Your new senses seem to be struggling past a barrier you cannot see. You know there is something you should be doing, but the wanting simply doesn’t make it so. You try to remember specific details and that seems to help a little. You know the woman was someone important. She had a name that was hard to pronounce,
“Sedreena… Sereena… Secheena…”
The thoughts seem to dance just out of your minds awareness. She was not of your race, but what was she. Magical no doubt, but was she good or bad. Something seems to play across your mind. Almost as if you could decide what her life meant or what she was. “The power to create and destroy…”, You toy with the idea, but to do so?
Eat the Plum