Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

Every day it felt that memories of a past life began to fade more and more. She grunted contently as she lay beside her lookalike, just happy to be where she was right then; no longer wondering about the mountain that he had toppled from, or what all of it meant very much. For now, she was happy just to be here, and it was one of the first moments like that she had.

As Syrma lifted her head Spica let out a disgruntled squeak as she awoke from being nearly-asleep. She blinked her eyes but saw nothing but splotches and blurry things; nothing much of interest. She prodded the twin with her nose in a gesture of hey, I was almost asleep! and then settled her head again.