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Niara might have asked for direction, but Ozera knew where they were headed. It hadn't been a question after all. She was being lead back to Swift River. Anxiety bubble in the pit of her stomach, and every step in that hallowed direction brought her more pain and fear. <i>I can't go back. I can't...</i> Ozera was such a weak soul. Her happy facade was a farce, a mask she wore inside and out because she was afraid of her emotions, afraid of facing anything that was difficult. Hadn't she fainted when she thought of Jaysyek? Hadn't she cowered and cried and <i>denied</i> Jasysyek when she finally met her again? Behind her smile was just a pathetic old soul who was afraid to be alive. She couldn't go back to Swift River.
Fear drowned out the sweet words of her too-kind companion. She wasn't listening. She wasn't responding. Confronted with the terrifying nearness of her old home, Ozera began to shrink back into herself. Perhaps this was the cause for her poor memory, the way she ran back into the darkness of her subconscious, to cower and hide, taking every recollection of the world. She couldn't be sad or scared if she didn't remember what she was scared of. And this lovely girl she was walking with —she smelled like home, and so she would have to go too. Gradually, Ozera began to lag behind, and then suddenly she was gone altogether, loping away on three and a half legs even if it pained her.
With every step the anxiety began to fade away, along with all the memories. Pretty soon she began to wonder where she was, although simply wondering brought her the an unnameable sense of comfort.
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