Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

Her eyes narrowed, "So you do know me." Though he didn't seem friendly- was this an enemy? Was the fire and anger she felt from seeing him due to that? Though there was a hint of warmth, and she couldn't understand that. If he was so, why did she feel that? Complications, who was she in the past? And why was everything so complicated?

"I don't know anyone anymore, sorry." Orlaith confessed, as her gaze softened and she plumped her rump to the ground. Firmly planting her so, as this was the first key to find out who she was. He, knew her so.