Sun Mote Copse On the 858th day...

Towhee wondered if Wraen couldn’t answer because she was really just a figment of her own imagination, thus she couldn’t actually access any of her memories. She chewed on that while she listened to the specter’s given explanation. Her own mind must be much more powerful than she knew, if she could conjure up a vision this realistic and true to her memories of her dearly departed friend.

She jolted a little when Wraen placed a paw against her forehead. It was warm to the touch, slightly heavy, just like a real paw. That was stranger than anything else so far. Whether she was a dream or a ghost or a vision, she wasn’t supposed to be corporeal, was she? Towhee raised her own paw, as if about to start feeling up the ole girl.

But then everything began to spin around Towhee. It was disconcerting and dizzying. It stopped quickly and Wraen spoke about their first meeting. By this point, Towhee had squeezed her eyes closed. She didn’t open them as Wraen described the scene. She knew the one, vaguely. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant memory for a variety of reasons. Towhee wasn’t very keen on revisiting it, to tell the truth.

As much fun as it is tripping and stumbling down memory lane, Towhee said, eyes still firmly shut, I would rather just sit here and talk to you, like we always used to do. And enjoy the fact that she could actually hear for once and give her poor eyes a rest. You can tell me more about this life after death business. Or you can just tell me a story. You were good at those, weren’t you?