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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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I am. I was going to see if there was anyone inside of- [A pause as she tries to recall. She knew what the building was. The other life of hers told her she knew what it was called and she tries hard to recall it.] rest-a-rut [Something close like that.] so that I may eat.

I'll meet you there.

Alright. [She will eventually make her way to Seventh Heaven. Don will find her sitting at a table in a rather ridiculous outfit. A bright green T-Shirt with a soda can that reads: SURGE on it. Which is not only cut more for a man, but she has ripped so far down the back to fit her wings that it's already nearly ripped in half. On her legs she found a red and black striped skirt. Shoes she had decided not to bother with apparently as her blue scaled feet are on full display.

She doesn't notice Don coming in at first. Too busy flipping the small menu around this way and that. She use to be able to understand this human scribble she just knows it! Maybe she can figure it out again if she could just get it to work right.]

[Don hardly notices Xzana's clothes, aside from the fact that she's wearing some, which is more than he manages himself 99% of the time. He catches on quickly, though, that she's having trouble reading the menu. He'll subtly help her out.]

I like the pizza here, but the fish is good too.

Fish. I want fish. [She says it as she continues to still flip the menu over. Frustrated that it once again means nothing to her; only now she knows it actually has meaning.]

[Don gestures the waiter over, and orders for both of them. Then he raises his brows, letting Xzana speak first.]

[She spends a little more time switching the menu over this way and that. Eventually she accidentally rips a couple of her claws through it in her ever increasing frustrated flipping. A low growl emits from her throat as she attempts to shake the now ruined menu off her hand.]

I understood these secrets before. [She doesn't think to clarify just what she means by before. During the attack she could read and write, but not before it.]

This might be a temporary after-effect. It's like that sometimes.

[He's almost certain it isn't, but he doesn't want to get stuck on the topic of reading.]

[She finally gets the menu off her hand and sits quietly for a moment. Her mind a buzz with the activity her body lacks.]

Pizza... [At first she had said fish because she didn't know what he meant by pizza, but that wasn't true. She knew what pizza was.] It- it has tiny fish on it. A round... red and white food. With tiny fish.

[And other things, but she remembers that she liked the fish the most.]

Anchovies? [He grimaces.] Not on my pizza.

What are anchovies? The yellow stuff?

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... I don't think so.

You don't think so? [Suddenly memories of a young child not wanting to eat her vegetables come swimming into her head.] How do you know you do not like something if you do not try it?

[He's not sure how that's relevant, but okay.]

I like fish and pizza, but I just don't think they go together.

You should try it first. Do not use your head, use your mouth instead.

Why don't you try it?

I will. Whatever anchovees are.

[The food arrives, and Don pushes his pizza towards the middle of the table.]

Here. Put some of your fish on it.

I will. I enjoyed it in the false memories. [She happily does. At first grabbing the fish with her claws and ripping into it. Then she stops, staring down at her plate for a moment. After the pause she grabs at the spoon in front of her and holds it in a awkward fist. Stabbing at her food with it.

No, this wasn't right either. Her brows furrow in deep concentration as her lips turns up into a small snarl, but she eventually piles some of her fish on a piece of pizza.

She takes a bite. Then chews. And chews. Chewing some more. It's not a bad taste, but not as she remembered. Luckily the fish served to her isn't covered in as much salt as the anchovies would have been so she avoids feeling ill.]

It... is strange. The fish alone tastes better.

[Wow, that is triggering some long-lost memories. Not important now, though.]

Then just eat the fish.

[He helps himself to just some pizza.]

The fish. It also tastes... [She struggles to find the right word. It wasn't bad. It was actually pretty good. The pizza hadn't tasted bad either. The fish had just been better.] ...strange.

[She's also trying to eat it with a spoon. For some reason that's not working too well for her.]

Where is the head? The scales are missing as well.

... It's cooked.

Cooked. [She thinks back on what she hopes is a real memory. Of spending some time with a friend of her's back home. How he had stuck a fish to a stick and left it over a fire. That had been cooking and it had kept it's head.] I think I have seen cooked fish before. They had their head.

It's also cleaned.

[He can give an explicit description, if you want. He's done it himself often enough.]

Fish live in water. They are always clean.

[She may need the explicit description.]

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