Wapun Meadow remember the day we were giving up

her return to the wilds, this time, was not as graceful as before. though she tried to stay and reform, back to the girl constantine used to know, back to her old self. but she could not do it, and her frustrations ailed her. so she fled, something she'd become very good at, only to find more nothing. 

this time, however, she returned with something new-- memories. not all of them, of course, and not all were so crystal clear. they were not all happy, either. aria remembered in great detail a secret affair she had with a graying man, taltos. constantine had mentioned of her possible relationship to casmir, but nothing of the boy resurfaced but fights and arguments. she remembered a girl named deirdre, who's relationship with her made her feel happy, angry, and upset. she could not fully piece together why, as some of the memories still refused to return. but deirdre was her apprentice, of sorts-- at least, that's what aria had decided must've been the case. a woman named pearl, aria remembered-- though that was as much of her as she could gather. aria remembered moonspear, barely, mostly remembering how sad she was there. and floki... though constantine insisted she might've had something with her, all aria remembered of him was his name.

her own age was still uncertain-- how much time had she forgotten? would she ever gain it back?


even though the pale january woman hoped that she would remember all these details of her past life and that she would grow to be her old self, and that everything would make sense. but that wasn't reality, go figure. instead, it only confused her more-- an identity crisis she certainly never asked for. she was torn between all of the tragedy her past life had seen and the joyously optimistic and self-assured wolf she was before that. they fought, constantly, breaking down poor aria until she was left but no choice to return. she didn't think she'd find any answers-- she hadn't the first time, why would that change? but she hoped it would put part of her anxieties at ease. perhaps this would help-- she had no other options.

so aria wandered slowly, lowly, through the meadow. it wasn't familiar in any way, no sense of deja vu irking her. so she didn't linger, eyes open and ears pricked. body language uncertain.