Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-5583506-20141007232537

(Goodnight!)

I didn't like that dream at all, she reflected. ''Somehow it felt like... like...''

She could feel a light headache as pictures and visions flashed before her very eyes. Memories of something that had happened to her. And along with them came partial maelstroms of information, invading her mind.

''Myling... Maiden's Rest... Hjaalmarch... Grita Snow-Fog... Riamide... Rowan... Gastbane... the Shadow... ''

Slowly but surely it felt as if the her very mind was revolting against this very information, as if there was something wrong with it, as if it was incorrect in some way. She covered her right eye with her hand and hoped that the surge of pain would be ever any second. She didn't say anything to Rowan, she didn't want to bother him further.

''Myling... my name is... Myling... Frost. No, that's not right. My name is... is... I am Myling Frost... Frost... something... something... I am... No... My name is Myling Frost... Song... I am Myling Frost-Song... daughter of Gunvar Frost-Song and Ingrid the Iceborn, residents of Pond Cottage in Maiden's Rest, Hjaalmarch.''

She slowly opened her eyes. What had she just thought? Myling Frost-Song... It was the first time it felt as if though she could actually think of a name for herself and it would sound right. And that she remembered her parents' names? Could this information be true?

Suddenly it felt as if for every step she took to come closer to Maiden's Rest, her mind was slowly reforming, filling in the lost gaps of her memory and correcting false information. A whole new revelation slowly took its form.