Something in the WindMature

Ithilwen felt her ears prick. 

Something wasn't right... But why did she get the feeling of a memory?

She got up from her seat. A memory? What is it exactly? She had no clue. Maybe it was something you could touch. Or feel or even hear. No. Nothing of the sort. Her Elders would always say, "Moon, memories are not what you know with your head. But with your heart. 

So it must be true. Her feet carried her swiftly, wind guiding her every step. 


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