A soft flutter in my heart

[Memorie]

one lives in hope of becoming a memory

Lost in my daydream, I miss the emotional signature that enters the area until a soft whinny startles me out of my thoughts. I jerk my head up and around to look at the stranger, and instantly I feel her presence. The sensation brings a sort of calmness to me. I can tell she is worried, and the look she gives me tells me that it is myself she worries for, so I give her a warm smile as I turn away from the tree to face her, the smile broken for a brief second by a grimace of pain from the movement.

I would have spoken a greeting, but the pale mare gets there first. Her voice stops every thought in my head for a brief second, and my head tilts ever so slightly in curiosity. My first impression is that she sounds like an angel, and within a second, her words confirm that suspicion. I smile keenly, a hundred questions popping into my head in that moment, but I restrain myself (which is a feat, because if anyone had known me as a filly, they would know I was full of questions that just spewed from my mouth unbidden). “Hello, @[Lillia]. I am Memorie.” I pull myself up straighter, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my shoulder.

Her next statement startles me once more, and if I weren’t already red in color, my cheeks might have flushed with color in that moment. She had seen my ungraceful plummet from the skies. I grin sheepishly, glancing down at my hooves for a second before looking back up at her. She had offered to heal me, as well. Did this mean she has the ability of healing like Cheri? Curiously, I prod at her emotional memories for a brief moment, trying to get a better read on Lillia. There is nothing there to indicate what her abilities are, at least not that she is attending to at the moment that would be available for me to sense. “Uh…sure,” I say with a little uncertainty.

Memorie

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