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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 7:16 pm
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Nana's memories might have been wiped, but not her instincts. As soon as she regained consciousness and felt the presence of another being, her crystalline crimson eyes shot wide open and she stared accusingly at the person who held her. "Who are you?" she demanded, tugging at the arm of the throne to try to get herself off his lap. "Why are you holding me here? Where am I? Who...."
Who am I, she was going to ask. What a ridiculous question! She was.... she was Shayalind. She was Nana, and Shay, and Lindey. But why? What did those names mean? To somebody, she had been 'my love.' But who?
Her struggling slowed, more out of curiosity than resignation, and she looked back up at her captor. "Who are you?" she asked again, less harshly this time. "Why am I here?"
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Nana looked up at him, her crimson irises shining-- and she smiled. "Thank you," she said. "I think, perhaps, you might be my love after all."
She paused, thinking there was something else she ought to be remembering. "There was somebody with me, wasn't there?" she asked softly, struggling to clear away the fog of amnesia. "A cat of some sort. I'm not sure, but I think she was my friend. Pray, if she exists, where is she?"
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