Two Weeks? Or..had it been three?

Most days she just wandered, stirring entertainment where she could and leaving the city to deal with the aftermath.

Although her memories had not surfaced Velnire, or Havyn as Calithos had corrected her, had experienced nothing but flashes of familiarity.  Causing problems seemed to be the most rewarding and something of an experienced past time but it hardly kept her busy.  More and more she found herself wondering about the people this - Calithos- told her about.

There had been a group of people, names having faded, their faces were burned into her mind.  One of these people stood out to Velnire without understanding, a woman that stood much taller then herself and although beautiful, it was not her defining feature.  It was her poise  that stood out most and without movement Velnire knew that this woman carried the grace of one with wealth or elven blood, both of which she clearly had. 

How had she known her? 

Next there was a man, a paladin, although Velnire wasn't sure how she had known.  Shaved head and well used armour it was the eye patch that seemed most familiar, and the colour of his eyes.

Green....such a familiar green.

Calithos had told her that she had been married to this man or had she remembered? No..

No memories.

Being told that both her and Dathan...

Yes, Dathan, Calithos had said his name once before.

He had told her that they had separated, so she was left to wonder, whose wedding ring had she been wearing when she 'awoke'?

Did it really matter?

She didn't care.

Another face found her time and time again, an old man in robes.

No memories...

But there was something, a familiar feeling that hadn't been there when Calithos had first forced her to see the vision but later when the person surfaced again in her mind. The feeling was so familiar and it struck her to her core, irritation and a smug unwavering hatred.  Velnire hoped to cross paths with this one again so she could end him.  Why Calithos appeared to replace him in the vision she wasn't about to think about, as unfortunate as it was he was the only one that knew anything about her...including herself.

Lastly there was one face that seemed to haunt her late into the night.

A small red-haired girl with bright green eyes.

Rhook, Calithos had called her Rhook.

No memories...

Calithos had shown her caring for this child, said it was her daughter.

What kind of Mother has no memory of the child they raised.

That remains to be seen...