Her eyes dotted from cloud to cirrus cloud high in the sky, each one containing the image of a story to tell.
“I was born on a small, distant island, but moved to the Water Continent. That became home for me.” Astrid’s lip quivered. “Ahh, one of my favorite stories to tell is the time my friend and I were exploring Pledge Hill on our day off. We decided to bring sleds with us so we could race down this one part where there aren’t a lot of obstacles. Nothing except soft grass…”
She settled into her haunches further, giggling. “That was the thought process we had. But there were a bit more bumps than expected, and when I got an early lead, she tried to use her fire as a propellant. It worked, at least until—” Her giggling became more poignant. “—ehehe, she hit this one really nasty bump.”
She made a prolonged waving motion with her paw, tracing an arc in the air. “She went this high and then crashed in the bushes somewhere off to the side. I had to jump off and go get her. But when I crawled into the bushes, I tripped and fell down some sort of hidden staircase. Banged up my head a bit, but I found my friend rubbing her nose on top of a pile of local artifacts from like… centuries prior! All kinds of books and keepsakes and pottery—thankfully she managed to avoid breaking anything when she fell. When I found her, she hadn’t even realized what she’d landed on yet.” There. Maybe those memories weren’t so blurry after all. Not all of them, at least. She could afford that much a smile. “Best day ever…”