far off memory, like a scattered dream; aranea

[Amanita]

amanita . . . The world had been ripped asunder and only recently come back together again. It awoke me from my sleep when the ground began to rumble and forced me to leave me haven and once more walk in the light. I did not appreciate nor welcome the disturbance but it had come anyway. Now I slipped listlessly between the waving blades of grass as I perused faces for any sense of familiarity. Unfortunately for my fragile mind the upheaval seemed to have done more than restructure the earth. It shook loose more than dirt. It seems all recent memories slipped loose as well and I have done a poor job of picking them up. Occasionally a face will surface and a name will start to form only to slip away like smoke. I will shrug my shoulders and let it go. As I walk on a face captures my attention. I do not necessarily feel it is the one I seek.. only it feels like it should be familiar to me. A mare. Older than me it seems perhaps she knows me. I make my way toward her blissfully unaware that my face, so like my wicked mother's, may not be a welcome sight to her. Though perhaps time has wiped away the fleeting memory of the Chamber queen. Behind my eyes, though I do not know it, my father's features lurk as well. His face, again I do not know, could be a sight for sore eyes for this particular lady. Oh the things I do not know. The things I wish I knew.

Not beautiful but there it is! If memory serves me Kemp (Amanita's father) was Ara's adopted child?! Is that right?!