Things are spinning out of control.

She stomps, flicks her tail aggressively as she starts to pace to and from, ears flattening in agitation.

When she’d decided to return to the islands - the place of her birth, the place her mother always talked about - she hadn’t counted on not remembering anything about the place at all. She always imagined she’d get here after the long, exhausting swim and things would come back to her - slowly, perhaps, but surely. But nothing looks familiar and her patience grows thinner with each passing second that her mind remains blank about the place she once frolicked, the place she should surely remember something about.

But of course, this isn’t the first thing she’s forgotten. Not since the accident, which she bitterly curses now with some choice words growled beneath her breath. Such a small thing, a kick to the head, a tumble down a hill, another tiny thump almost not worth mentioning and now what? If she weren’t so angry about it all, she’d be sad. She doesn’t have time for sadness, so she grumbles instead, pacing quicker as if she might burn a hole into the dirt beneath her feet.

”What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Swam all the way here for this shit,” she huffs, finally picking a direction and following it despite not having a clue where it might lead to. After all, what else could she do? Get back into the water and swim back?

Hell no. She’d made it this far. She’d remember something or she wouldn’t, but she wasn’t going back to the mainland. To hell with that. She holds her bay head high, haughtiness rolling off her in waves despite her current misfortune. This is just a minor inconvenience, she tells herself, downplaying the issue to keep herself from screaming at the nothingness surrounding her.

Screaming wouldn’t be productive at all. Though it might feel nice.

So she does it, after all.