[private] we've been living on a fault line

[Agetta]

Since the sunset they shared on Ischia, Agetta’s mind has often strayed to Garbage. She cannot shake the sense of familiarity though she is certain that they had only met earlier that day. She's still not too old to blush, it would seem, and she does so when she thinks of the ease with which she had brushed her muzzle across his skin and how he had looked at her when he got his memories back.

He’d left before she could get the courage to ask him if he had any memories of her, before she could truly tug on that knot that she was attempting to unravel. And before she could have asked him to stay just a little longer. She's returned to the river since then, to the spot where they had run into each other. Half hoping to see him there, half hoping that being in that spot will unlock something. There don't seem to be any memories to unlock, though, and all she recalls is the confusing conversation they had before she took him to see her daughter.

Some instinct tells her not to ask Beyza for what she wants today, so Agetta turns her attention to the Mountain instead. Horses come here to seek a great number of things - perhaps she can find answers.

It's a grey afternoon, one that promises rain later. She hesitates at the bottom only for a moment before she takes on a familiar and comforting shape - that of a snow leopard, one built for navigating these rocky slopes. Agetta takes a meandering pathway - eager to get to her destination but intent on sorting out her thoughts a little before she arrives. Right now she has no idea how to ask for what she wants, and that seems like an important thing to figure out before approaching the fairies directly.

AGETTA

@Carnage