Gyrfalcon's Keep i wish plantlife would grow all around me

My muse waxes and wanes, too! I feel you!

She wiggled in excitement at his agreeable answer to travel upwards. A giggle left her lips as he asked her about the falcons. “I wouldn’t know! I’ve never seen them up close, either…well. Actually. I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen them before.” She racked her brain as hard as she could, but it was to no avail. Her memory escaped her once again, taken by the swirling sea.

She sighed, frustrated with herself. Sunset eyes shifted over to the male, a half-hearted smile in answer to his question of her origin. “Well, your guess is as good as mine, Mister Haizel. I awoke on the shores of the Coast, drenched in seawater, with no memory of before. I have no idea where I come from; for all I know, I’m a local, but I have not a clue!” If she had hands, they would be thrown up in exasperation. 

“How about you, sir? You don’t smell like the area here. I can’t quite give word to what it’s like…”