the man brought to her — by fate or luck or madness of the heart — stood on the same page as her. though he is as confused as her, it was hard to deny the strange connection, regardless if they were speaking of delusion or not.

chivalrous as when he first found her, in this life and the previous, she does not budge to his attempt to come closer. i do not know either, sir knight. her eyes relax, half closed and her head tilts to meet his gaze, half-burrowed in the plush of her neck. but she leaves the closing of distance to him. but even your other name — deimos — is familiar to me.. but i haven't the slightest clue why! perhaps it was just simply meant to be.

but just because it was meant to be doesn't mean she would throw herself into the arms of a stranger! that she made clear with her body, keeping all her legs and paws to herself. tucking tail close and swiping the snow with it.
suddenly the cold returns, and accompanying it, sorrow. sighing makes the words come easier. all i know, that i did not see you in this life. this world is different from mine. not too different but.. weight returns to her eyes too, dragging them away from rhadamamthus to the forest that encircles them. where am i?