anyone;

[Amanita]

amanita . . . I know I am staring and yet I cannot seem to pull my eyes away. There is something there in his face. It is hovering right on the edges of my mind and yet I cannot seem to pull it closer. Then another mare appears and my attention is pulled away. She is bright, smiling and I feel myself taking a small step back. I am not used to such joy, such happiness. My brow furrows slightly as I glance from her back to the stallion who has captured the majority of my attention. I am grasping at memories again when another stallion approaches. Again I find myself shifting backwards. Too many faces that I had not expected. My eyes cast downward as they speak and I scuff the earth nervously. When I look back up, finally prepared to say something.. make some sort of apology for intruding or introduction, I am suddenly bombarded with recognition. "Starlace." My sister. That is how I know him. That is why I was drawn here to this lonely island. However, whatever it was has dissipated and I feel no urge to stay. This is not the time nor place. I mumble some apology, some parting and spin to take my leave.