that love is just a spark that starts in your heart,
and ends in your head
He might be right in his accession, and he might be completely wrong. In her state of not-knowing, she would grasp any grass stalk or even a look-a-like; but the fact is that she is the same mare as she once was, the same who might have fallen far more quickly for his easy smile if circumstances time and time again hadn’t changed their fates. In body, all of that is still there - or, again - but her memories seem to stop any time she mentally travels back to that beach. But if her mind plays tricks on her, what else can she do but play along?
He tells her of before, or of the present. She smiles at his joke, the wit and simultaneously, warmth, with which he breaks it to her. Tephra, he calls it, and for a moment she wonders who or what that is until he mentions that is the place she just described. A place of benevolent fire, she thinks - how fitting for him. She smiles through the rest of his recollections, seeing the warmth return once again to his eyes when he mentions these women. His sister and her wife. Though she isn’t sure which of the names belongs to which face, she figures that perhaps she will find out soon enough. If he loves them so much, they are probably like him, as well.
The mention of a Hyaline makes her slightly hesitant, why would she not remember that but only the fire land, but thankfully he doesn’t stop talking there. Tephra it is, then, she figures - although she has no clue how to get there whatsoever. And no clue, unfortunately, about her untimely demise.
She just is. Before that, all is black. After it… more of a haze. She shakes her head worriedly. ”No.” Should she be worried that someone holds a grudge?
At least her instincts work. Her personality has been reset, not formed by the past, not with any goal in mind, but at the very core, she is the same as she once was. She feels lost now, floating in a midnight bath full of diamond stars that are just beyond her reach; and there he is: her lifeline, a path of pure moonlight in the dark, and all she needs to do is follow.
She does that - there is no point to floating in nothingness. Even if he might not be what she believes him to be right now - though she tells herself such an open mind, and such sweet kindness, could never be faked - she has no other choice. On a subconscious level, she trusts everything about him, and can only hope that her instinct is true, or she must face the consequences if they lead her astray. From her point of being nowhere and going nowhere, every road that leads away is a better opportunity than no road at all. And yet there is something about him that makes her believe in a future.
In his worries, he seems protective - perhaps too much for the situation, and it causes a genuine smile on her face, near to laughing. She doesn’t know what happened - if it had been a natural death, a cruel twist of nature, or perhaps something worse. She may not have a past any more, but with an anchor like him, she slowly believes she can have a life again - perhaps even a good and happy one. ”It’s not a past that I need right now.” she decides - it doesn’t matter. If she can’t remember, then it is no use to muster any sort of vengeful feelings - and she wouldn’t want to lose him to a search with no end. Not now that she’s just found him. Found him again.
and gets caught in your throat
@[Svedka] sorry if it’s a bit all over the place