Warring Islands Citizen
- Glass Maker
- Marital Status
- Character Profile
- The Phoenix
Memories. Such a fickle thing. A person's perception can be altered by millions of things. A person can even be persuaded subconsciously to remember something incorrectly by a series of misleading questions. For a few weeks now, Allison Solis wished she could have remembered anything, incorrect or otherwise. But up until this morning she had only gotten flashes and odd visions of what she thought was her old life. It took a little intimacy for her to start seeing those memories in a different light. And now, she wished she could forget them.
She was standing outside on one of the fort's upper balconies. She'd spent the last hour opening all the windows and letting the air in (and the dust out). Now, she was alone and found herself lost in thought. Not just about her memories and her past, but about her future. Allison knew she couldn't stay here forever, and she had to go...somewhere. Originally, she was on a quest to find her mother. Now...she didn't think that path was possible. If what she remembered was accurate -and she really hoped it wasn't- there would be no answers for her in Avsolom.
So where would she go? Where would she go now that she wasn't on a quest for knowledge? Could she just live happily here with Madena? No. It didn't seem right. As large as this castle was, the fort was not in a good condition, what with half of the walls falling down or threatening to cave in at any time. Perhaps they could come back with some hired help to fix it up. But she'd need money for that. And the only person she knew with money was back in Noria. Not...too far of a walk. Yet also not ideal to do so on foot. There were so many questions she had and so little knowledge of other ideas. There was still so much Allison had to learn about this world. Maybe Madena would enjoy learning with her? Noria did have a Magi school. That was a possibility?
Remembering suddenly that Madena was inside waiting for her, she turned and headed back inside the cold fort. It was getting warmer now that the light could enter inside, but there were still plenty of cold spots in the passageways. Heading to one of the many living rooms, she found her host packing up some of the important heirlooms her family had left her. Leaving the castle meant leaving it defenseless for whomever came looking for it next. Allison's idea was to lock up whatever they could and bury it somewhere out back. She stood there for a moment watching the girl debate over what was and what wasn't worth saving. It was cute -in a way- like a child trying to decide which doll to take with them on a trip. Only, the only things they could take with them were the things they could carry.
"How's it coming in here?" Allison gently asked so as not to startle her friend.