Small pages, 27s, 3 AM
The Pale Star appeared this eve. She is changed; most of her memory is either gone or muddled, like as not by the hand of someone who attacked her. She remembers nothing of the Marquis, of her adopted mother, or even of me. Her memories seem strongest of the Black Viol, though mayhap that is because they have been spending time together.
The familiar-soul survives, so she is in no danger of death, but who attacked her and why remains a mystery. My feelings for her remain a mystery to me as well. I hold the memories of her and I, hands and hearts entwined. She remembers only feelings of care and love from me, and only through a haze. A great part of me wishes her back into my life, but we cannot pick up where we left off; too much of her past is missing if nothing else. And the Monk -- this will cut his sensitive soul deeply.
But she remains special to me, a part of my heart.
, Y.





