AN: This is just a little drabble about Oliza's memories of the sakkri she took part in. Post Wolfcry.
Memories
By: Karasu Kyra
Oliza Shardae Cobriana shivered in the arms of Betia Frecktane, her mate, despite the warmth of the night air. She clutched thier shared cotton blanket tighter around herself, pressing herself to Betia's soft body, the wolf's arms unconsciously tightening around the wyvern's lithe frame. Oliza looked to Betia's slumbering face, peaceful as she rested. She sighed softly and turned to press her back to the wolf's front.
Memories assaulted her. Some she grasped at were fleeting and kept her fighting to remember what that memore was. Other's were so vivid and sweet that her entire body tingled with a peculiar warmth. Others though, were so pristinely clear and horrid that they left her shaking and gasping for breath.
I want to chase the butterflies...
The words of a small girl flitted into Oliza's mind. She knew they were important, but she couldn't remember what was so important about them. A small face crying the word "Mommy!" flashed before her golden eyes, sending the wyvern's mind reeling. She couldn't remember and it was frustrating.
Oliza also knew that a part of her didn't want to remember, told her that sometimes it's better not to know.