Witch's Marsh collected fifteen gold-wing'd bees, tremulous buzzing

the woman motioned that the summer made her nostalgic, leaving aria curious why. she did not know what season made her nostalgic. perhaps the winter, since that was when she left home-- but she'd forgotten everything in-between. and that that she had remember was left of a memory and more of a story that had been told to her. at least. that what those memories felt like. she did not feel nostalgic. 

"would you tell me why?" aria asked softly, her head tilting to one side, "i will share with you my purpose for being here-- if you did." she hoped that this suffice. a small, playful smile quirked on her lips as she awaited for the multicolored woman to answer.