Whitefish River Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

Orlaith silently listened, her ears dropped a bit in thought. The Counts words made sense, there was a time where she may never know who she was. It was true thought, she needed to learn how to harness and adjust them so- the wolf hated this anger she felt all the time. It wasn't the current her, it simply felt like a past she did not know. It fueld her so, and mixed the past and current into a ball of fire.

"Do you think... Anyone misses me? Remembers me?" Orlaith asked in a rather soft voice, "what if I was someone bad? No one is looking for me, because I wasn't good." But this was also a fear. She was angered on not knowing who she was once, but she was also terrified if who she was.. Wasn't someone of the best origins. Her anger, was it from being a horrible entertainer? Or did she just, got wronged somehow.