The chill that went up her spine when the woman would stare back with that gaze – of sterling silver and dark lavender pools. Her voice when she called to her; the sound of her mother tongue was evident in those syllables, but it was the song that she so recognized.
私の幽霊?Yet from what?….had she really gone on for so long that she’d let such a memory slip past her. Her ears flattened and her eyes trailed to her paws, eyes furrowed in frustration not at her company, but with herself.
She didn’t know this woman – yet she did. How did that even make any sense, and from which lifetime did this memory even come to play? The empress, even as she willed herself to stay put, still couldn’t help but take a step back – be it in instinctual fear, she didn’t know. Yet if this was some sort of strange trick, it would’ve been better for her to seek a way to conserve her safety. Her lilac gaze trailed back up to the woman as her head hung low, cautious – unnerved by her still hazy memory.
誰だ...あなたは誰ですか。 できない..
I can’t….remember…