It'd all come naturally, yet ever so sudden. The memories of the blonde-faced man, the scars that marred his visage. The burning ache of loneliness that had her crawling back time and time again toward the vicinity of Amaris...

How sick of her he must be.

Lips pursed. Tormenting thoughts would always plague Cvetka's mind—nothing more could be done to prevent such a thing, as though the voice in her head were autonomous. Gently murmuring deploring words that left her silent for hours, paws shuffling over land, water, anything to make her mind stop thinking. Yet, as though her brake line had been cut, it would not halt—endlessly rambling its harrowing words, leaving her bedeviled with the weight of her self-loathe.

Jestfully she'd suggested to herself, to perhaps, again fall onto the ground. Erase all memories that had bloomed yet again after colliding with this realm, and return to the state of nothing. Blank. No past to dwell upon, and only the future to concern herself with.

Truly... would that be much better? She tried not to think about her fate—after months spent desperately grappling for who she once was, what had been the reason why she ended where she was; within Fate's Respite, nearly perpetually in her solitude. This, now—as memories came rushing back one by one, her character finally rebuilding itself after being viscerally ousted by an unnamable force—was this not what she wished for? To be back to who she once was?

Was this truly ever who she once was?

Pale paws hovered over the pale form of a blooming flower—a daisy. And another, from a bush—azaleas. Each name was etched in the back of her mind, carved into an obelisk erected in her memories. She wanted to wonder why. Why did she know all of these flowers, their names, each idiosyncrasy of their appearance?—But the 'whos' and the 'whys', the 'hows' and 'wheres' were getting exhausting. Cvetka forced down the nagging intrigue, instead appreciating the sight of vibrant foliage as they returned from their winter dormancy.

She heard a rustle to her rear, and the girl raised her head towards the tall outcrops nearby.

A figure. One of a sinuous frame and deeply ebony body— yet his face a stark white.

Who was this?

Cvtka's ear's pinned back against her nape in confusion and fear, both diluted by her waxing curiosity. She hoisted herself to stand, pale nose twitching towards his sitting form.