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[Xzana had not liked the sudden return of memories that assaulted her. Nor the loss of memories she had thought to be true. She felt as if it was tearing her mind apart. She wasn't human, she was- was what? An animal? Her constructed memories told her that wasn't a good thing. She was a person. Her true memories told her that was fine. Not exactly an animal, but not a human and better for it. The days after the invasion were hard for her.

She tried to sleep in a bed, but didn't feel safe. That wasn't her home. Tried to sleep at the bottom of the lake. She knew that's where she belonged, but she would awaken thinking she was drowning as a human would. Even though she was not drowning at all she wouldn't be able to sleep again until she surfaced.

Her clothes, once she would have simply worn what was given to her everyday. Only understanding that humans liked it better if she had something on. Now she felt as though she should change it every day. What a hassle. Yet, it was fun trying on different outfits - NO IT WASN'T! Was it? Just a little maybe...

Food. How was she suppose to eat? The thrill of the hunt came back as she started to catch her own fish again, but as she sank her teeth in to eat a warning shouted in her head. Eating raw meat would make her sick. No it wouldn't, for all her life it had never once made her sick. Yet, she found she couldn't eat it.]

[Confused, hungry, and tired Xzana wanders around Luceti for several days after the attack. A dazed and confused look typically on her face as she tries to figure out just who she is and what she should do now. Dressed in a mismatch of a green skit, an orange sweater, and lacking any footwear she wanders about just about everywhere. Making sure to at least stop into Seventh Heaven where she's hoping someone has gone back to work. She was so hungry, but had forgotten how to work a stove.

The clothing shop where she will attempt to dress herself in more fashion disasters. She's at least changing her clothes now, fashion can be a step later on. For now she'll be happy to look like an 80s reject.

Standing inside the fountain each day as she tries to figure out where she belongs. Her old life says the forest, her new life says she belongs in town with people inside buildings. Yet, neither feel right anymore.

The other thing she has trouble dealing with is missing people. She's never really missed people before, not like this. Kitten had been so young, was she okay? Was she having as hard of a time as she was? Had she even been real? Had anyone she talked with been real? She can't not know any longer and opens up her waterlogged journal.]

Kitten, are you there? Derek- [A pause. How should she word this?] Are you real? I am Xzana. I look different now. I am not a human. I am an ani- I am a creature you would call a dragon. Or a nymph. I have both in me.

Are you there? If you are real are you alright? I did not mean to lie to you. I did not know what I was. It was not my trick.

[Is that all she should say?] I am at the fountain. I will be here for - [Time, she had used it as a human. How do humans use time. Ugh, she couldn't quite remember.] -a couple hours? I will be here until the sun leaves the sky. [Better. That's all that needs to be said, right? Right.]

I-

[...]

I hope you were real.

[She quickly closes the book and waits for a response.]

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[Kitten doesn't answer on the journal. She gets up and runs from the house to the fountain immediately. A few minutes later, she arrives, still running, and unless Xzana shies away, the younger dragon, still not in her own body, will be barreling into her for a hug.]

I'm real.

I'm real, but if you were lying, so was I. I'm still not myself again. I can remember who and what I am, but this isn't my body. I don't belong in it. I'm a dragon, but my scales are gone, and my claws and tail, and I don't know when they're coming back.

[Xzana doesn't shy away at all. Her heart in fact lifting for the first time since her memories came back when she sees the young girl. Before the events of the last couple weeks she wouldn't have really understood the meaning of a hug, but she does now.

When Kitten hugs her, Xzana hugs right back. Wrapping her arms tight around the girl she had thought of almost like her own daughter. Then wait- she pulls back just a little bit to look down at her face.] You are a dragon as well? Are you the young dragon who I flew with when our wings changed color?

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Kitten's speech patterns are jumbled, a closer to how she spoke as a human than how she would speak, if she could, as her own self. Too many... contractions, though she isn't sure whether she knew that word all along or learned it from Twilight.

There isn't time to dwell on how her voice isn't hers, though. Kitten focuses on the fact that she has one. A voice intelligible to everyone she meets here.]

That was you!? Yes.

How can you change forms? What do you mean, a dragon and a nymph?

[Kitten's propensity for questions doesn't change, regardless of what life she's lived, what body she has. And she can ask them. As many as possible now, while she can.]

Yes, it was me. I change forms because of my mother. She could change into a smaller form, so many of my brothers and sisters can as well. [Granted, their mother didn't look nearly as human in her smaller form than her children do.] My father, he was a nymph. That is how I am both.

Have you no mixed bloods in your lands? [Because if that's true it gives her some hope for her own world.]

[Kitten tilts her head thoughtfully before shaking it.] Other Immmortals, in a few cases, but no dragons. Centaurs have been known to breed with horses or humans, and my human adoptive mother is half-god.

None of our dragons can change forms, either, though! How do you do it? Is it just an inherent part of dragons in your world?

No, not all dragons can change. Only some are able to, but... I- I don't know how to change.

I can't remember how. I think I still can, but I do not know how. Or maybe I never could. You are still human, maybe I just have not finished changing back. I think I use to be able to change into three different forms, but I do not know what thoughts and memories are real anymore.

I am having trouble figuring out which gestures are truly mine and which are not. My balance is wrong, and I am afraid to use most of my magic for fear of harming this body.

Even if you are finished changing back, what you say about the memories is true and makes it so hard to tell. Everything is jumbled. It will settle eventually, I hope. It has to. [She might keep Xzana as her aunt even after it does, though. Kitten has always had a cobbled together family, and she thinks they'd forgive her for adopting a new member without them here.]

[Xzana will be glad to keep close tabs on Kitten as well. Even if they weren't blood relatives the protection of young dragons runs strong in her.]

A human body takes time to get use to. [She remembers still when she first learned to change forms. It took a long time to get use to not having a tail.] It takes time to remember you are missing weight behind you, but eventually you will find your center again.

Although, you will hopefully be back as you should be soon. To be safe, do not use your magic until then.

I do not even know if I will be human long enough to get used to it. At the same time, there are all these memories of being human, and the idea that I could be a dragon is so strange. I know I am a dragon, but none of it feels right.

[She tilts her head in consideration of that advice.] I think light and unlocking spells are safe enough, but anything stronger is too dangerous.

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