imeeji; registry

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memories POSITIVE NEUTRAL NEGATIVE POSITIVE 3/## MEMORIES REGAINED The tiniest shrine maiden WRITE-UP Baby's First Calibration WRITE-UP The best wedding gift WRITE-UP MEMORY DESCRIPTION WRITE-UP MISSING MEMORY [ RETURN TO TOP ] NEUTRAL 3/## MEMORIES REGAINED two Appearance 5 deathknights walk into a bar WRITE-UP What does a 12-year old shrine maiden do when not working? WRITE-UP sick shrine maidens and out of season fruit WRITE-UP meeting, interrupted WRITE-UP MEMORY DESCRIPTION WRITE-UP MISSING MEMORY [ RETURN TO TOP ] NEGATIVE 8/## MEMORIES REGAINED A bad ending to a bad sugar daddy WRITE-UP How (not) to meet your husband WRITE-UP Wedding night WRITE-UP First Age: She Who Lives burns the world WRITE-UP First murder/first mercy-kill WRITE-UP Jealousy and averted murder WRITE-UP The most coincidental rescue that he really didn't want WRITE-UP Can witnessing a sufficiently transcendent performance kill the viewer? News at 11. WRITE-UP MEMORY DESCRIPTION WRITE-UP MISSING MEMORY [ RETURN TO TOP ] 13/## TOTAL MEMORIES REGAINED

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Memory #2

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It had been a long and tiring day, dancing and doing rites for the gods: long, but worthwhile. The local gods were pleased with your efforts - but you have to work even harder, because the taxes have gone up, again, and your village needs every bit of divine favor you can win in order for the crops to grow well.

You could have bathed at the village bathhouse, instead of in a forest stream, but you prefer the peace and quiet, here among the trees and deep green solitude. You've spent so much of your life alone among people - held sacred and apart - that you've come to prefer quiet and solitude. It's nice: not isolation, but you just like having a space with your thoughts to yourself, where you can just be ----- for a moment and not the speaker to the gods, not the sacred maiden.

You don't notice that you're not alone, nor do you hear the steady measured footsteps, because you're so busy trying to wash your very long hair and lost in your own thoughts until he's so close that he could reach out and touch you. You look up and he's standing there, watching you, mostly a stranger but vaguely familiar. Very tall - he's easily a foot taller than you, and he looms without even trying - and broad, older, long pale hair tied neatly back, and in the sudden burst of panic you can't place his face for a moment.

(You are very conscious of his eyes on you, even with the heavy length of your ankle-length hair in the way.)

And then he speaks, and you remember who he is: -------, the area administrator over your village and this part of his lord's domain. He speaks very much like his physical presence: casually demanding, someone who is very aware of his power. He turns his back on you, lets you get dressed, even as your shaking hands have trouble with the layers of your ritual clothes. Escorts you back to the shrine: you walk with him in silence, and the only words you say to him are a polite thank him as you bow, very properly, when you arrive.

He's watching you again as you walk away, but you try not to think about it.



Note: Persephone has black hair in this memory, not white.