Two Rivers Isle Kaleidoscope mind

Apple could easily read Rory - the girl did not particularly hide the fact that something was unsettling her. This confirmed her suspicions that all was not right with her, even though, despite confusion and the thick fog that was clouding her mind, she did not feel bad at all. No sadness, anger, frustration on one end of the emotional spectrum, no joy, excitement, cheerfulness on the other. Just a default calm and content mode. Like tepid water. 

"My head, let me think," Apple found that it was a lot easier to work on current issue than trying to recall the past. Here the absent rooms inside her brain aided the thinking process. Did her head hurt? No, not really, though there was a bit of numbness on one side of her face and, though she could not see, one of the ears had slightly drooped downwards. "No, I do not think so," she denied, "does it look alright to you?" Perhaps, there was something that she could not see for herself.

"I am a Blackthorn - that is a lovely name," she said and again the name felt familiar, but she could not say that she recognized it right away. "You are a Blackthorn too then, right? And you live there," she beckoned to Redhawk home across the river. "And I live there too, right?"