Cvetka had grown content for the moment. With food in her belly now and in the warmth of the sun, she seemed to be more at ease. At least until she talked of how she got here. Guess you aren't that different from the rest of us. That's similar to what happened to me. But don't worry. Cyrus gave her a reassuring smile, though it was small and stayed there for only a moment. Much was still in his mind as of late. But this was a good distraction for the time being. As long as we all stick together, everything will work out in the end. Just look at it as a new start, a new life that is all yours. It was a nice way indeed to look at it. An all new approach that he once had to learn to take. Now he was for the most part content with his life.

Skill: Heartbroken [1/5]

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A new life... in some ways, that is what it is, isn't it?

Cvetka let out a deep sigh. Her chin nestled down against her forelimbs and her eyelids fluttered, threatening to shut—though she certainly couldn't sleep. Not now.

A new life is not what Cvetka grieved—in fact, she was grateful for the opportunities that would now present themselves to her. Yet... she could not help but wonder what all happened before her accident, before her injury, before she landed in Mythris.

Was she happy? Was her life better? There was nothing to compare the occurrences to. What could constitute as good? What as bad? The woman had no way to know.

The wolfdog sighed, forced a smile upon her lips. I see... she murmured, turning to look at Cyrus, I'm glad I'm not alone.

Unlike her happiness, the sentiment was not feigned. Perhaps if she could merely find more like herself—foreigners of another land, all who'd inadvertently come across this world and are no longer able to return...

Then, maybe, she would not be ostracized as she was so horrified.

Cyrus did what he could to quell her worries and fears, but the look on her face told him that there was still so much that plagued her. He watched her as she tried to relax, looking as though she might close her eyes at any moment. If you want to get some rest, go right on ahead. I can keep a look out for you. Even bring you back to your den if that is what would make you relax. It was hard to see the lovely lady like that. But he was at a loss as to how to make her feel more welcomed here. Is there more on your mind that you wish to talk about? Fret not, I'm all ears. With those huge golden ears, he wasn't joking.

Skill: N/A

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Cvekta softly smiled at his offers, her body eased slightly. Thank you, Cyrus, she said softly. She shifted against the stone, wincing at the movement of her injured paw. Healing would not be easy, that much has been made evident.

Cerulean eyes watched the distant sky, her body continuing to soak in the deep warmth from the sun. I don't have a lot to talk about, I think, she murmured, but perhaps that's the problem. Her memories being ousted so suddenly from her grasp, formulating conversations of interest and even keeping herself amused proved difficult.

A beat of silence. Cvetka moved her head over the stone towards the golden sire, keeping it placed comfortably against the rock. ...can you tell me about how you got here? She asked tentatively. Perhaps his backstory was as difficult to recall as hers was, whether it be from lack of recollection or from the desire not to remember.

She shifted a little bit, trying to remain comfortable with an injured paw. The smile that she did show for a moment helped to ease some of his fears, though he knew that it wasn't going to last. Cvetka went on to explain that she just didn't know what to say. She seemed like she didn't know how to move forward and move past her forgotten memories. Maybe she didn't want to move on from her past. Cyrus thought for a moment, taking her question to heart. I used to be something else, different from a wolf. I was a human, a two legged. I lived in a desert and stole to survive. I was just a young kid back then, and ran into the wrong crew. I was killed and ended up being reborn here. That's when I met this pack and they took me in after I explored more of this world. It's had its challenges being here, but overall, I would say that I am happy. Add or minus a few things of course.

Skill: N/A

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She listened. Silently heeding his words, the expression on her face never wavering from the languid melancholy.

A... human...? Oh, how vaguely familiar. The tall, fleshy beings... for some strange reason, the feeling of their long fingers stroking through her fur was so palpably familiar.

Killed... What was as close as Cvetka could get to memory was quickly shaken off by the end of his story.

Cvetka shuddered. Since colliding with the ice, fearing that she'd die, perhaps of head injury—if the ice didn't break first—had elicited some visceral fear of the inevitable end. ...I'm sorry. She said softly. Her head moved closer until her nose barely brushed his blonde fur.

He smelled of summer. Of the dry season—arid herbs with pungent, rich scents.

Her slight show of affection caught him off guard, but he took it with a small smile. Thank you...but it's really alright. I got a second chance at life coming here. For that I am grateful. It was something that he would never take for granted. Cyrus noticed her reaction when he mentioned humans, wondering if there was a connection there coming forward. Do you know of humans? He gave her a questioning look with his ocean blues, wondering if there was perhaps a moment of her memories coming back. If not, then it wasn't the end of the world. It would potentially come back to her in due time.

Skill: N/A

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A second chance at life...

Cvetka'd never considered that. Another shot at maintaining a good life—a healthy one. A happy one. Cyrus seems to have achieved it.

Surely...she could too?

Her thoughts were interrupted by his question—'Do you know of humans?' Her gaze lifted to face him, lips slightly pursed. Humans... she mumbled. ...I don't know. She quietly conceded.

Cvetka fell silent for a moment, contemplating the question. The word 'humans' elicited a vivid image of a bipedal being—towering, donning strange accessories upon their furless bodies. Was that what he meant by 'know'?

...I suppose I don't, it was a frustratingly unsatisfactory answer. Cvetka, deep down, could feel that there was some reason why the feeling did not waver.

Yet... what was it?

She scowled.

There it was again, that same sorry look on her face that told him there was more going on in that head of hers then he realized. Cyrus kept a good watch on her, doing his best to read every expression. But she kept hiding away from him. Not that he could blame her. They had only just met of course. It would take time for her to come out of her shell. Well fret not. I'm sure that your past will come back to you eventually.

There was a softness to his voice and expression that wasn't seen often. But what could he say? Pretty soft hearted girls were a point of passion for him. Not in the romantic way, no. Just in the chivalrous protector kind of way. Such was the nature of the big brute deep down. Where are you heading from here? Or do you plan to stay? Perhaps he should keep a watch over her until she made up her mind. If Cvetka ever did.

Skill: N/A

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'Well fret not. I'm sure that your past will come back to you eventually.' At least, Cvetka hoped so. She prayed so. Her eyes momentarily shut, ears pinning back against her head.

What will she do without her memories? She knows not who she is, nor how she got here—how she lost her memory in the first place. It was a delicate balance of good and bad—and while Cvetka was relieved to be exempt from the weight of her past, she simultaneously wondered:

Was her past so bad that it'd be good to have forgotten it? Surely, there were treasured moments that she now craved?

The woman was snapped out of her thoughts as Cyrus spoke another question. Her lips opened slightly, before closing yet again. I— I dunno...I really...

A soft huff left her lips. Even if I left... where would I go?