What memory is that? Mono asked, staring at the orb.

"The most important one Mavaria has. She and I feel it important for you to witness it."

"It is hard to understand her without seeing it. She finds it important to be understood."

He hands her the memory.

Mono stares at it for a moment, then squishes it like she saw Nethimir do with the other memory orb.

She immediately feels extremely dizzy, the world blurring around her. She half-feels herself fall forward into the sand, before she's unconscious and inside the memory.


There's sand here too. She's laying there, dizzy, thirsty, and overheated, with sore arms and sand in her eyes.

Mono squirmed a bit, sitting up and blinking the sand out of her eyes.

She sees her hands beneath her. They're deep brown in color, and are of skin instead of scales. They're human hands, with broken, dirtied nails and thick callouses. There's a few small cuts mottled across the arms, none of which are bad but all of which are fresh.

"You okay?"

She hears a female voice, not too far off, call in concern. It's in a language she's unfamiliar with, but she understands it anyways- it's probably a language that Mava is familiar with.