Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

His attempts inspire her, guide her onto her belly where she hefts shakily to three legs - a movement that creaks her bones and blackens her vision momentarily. Pale ears flicker, straining to catch his words over the crash of water and ringing that presses against her eardums mutely. 

Owlish woodland optics find him as the spots clear from her peripherals, swallowing heavily as she struggles to string the words together mentally. 

"No...no where," the fae stutters weakly in the common tongue - pain pounding against her temples as she tries to conjure an image of the home he spoke of.

A wall was thrown up within her mind, blocking the past from her sight despite her attempts to burrow through it and unravel the mystery of herself.