From the corner of her midnight eyes, she sees a flash of grey and her heart begins to race, her muscles tensing. But when she turns, it’s not Anaxarete. Aside from a similar coat colour, the stallion that approaches her is far different from that villain. She relaxes, and her curiosity is piqued when he comes to stand near her.
He is familiar too, but not even his name can bring back any true memories. She wonders if they ever spoke, or if they just merely passed each other now and then. She’s not sure she could recall everyone who had lived in the Gates with her either, so he could have very well been one of them. Her memory seems to have held fast to the awful and the darkness, but allowed sweeter memories to slip through and pass away into the faded years.
She worries she is standing beside a beloved friend and doesn’t even know it.
“Are you a ghost from before the lands changed too?” She asks, a sad sort of smile in her eyes. It’s been her favourite term for herself lately, and she supposes that it might fit those of them from before rather well. She wonders if Ryatah had felt like a ghost too, and makes a mental note note to ask her friend.
But she returns to the conversation at hand quickly, focusing once more on the grey stallion. “I’m Agetta. It’s nice to meet you, Kensley. Even if we might have met before.” She does not hold his lost memory over him and can only hope that he won’t begrudge her for her inability to place where they might have crossed paths. Still, if there was one place she frequented – it was her home, so she thinks it can’t hurt to see if the kingdom rings a bell. “I used to call the Gates my home,” The wistful spark of memory is overshadowed by the frown that chases it. “Only I supposed they don’t even exist anymore.”
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