it was difficult not remembering. her whole life seemed to revolve around one blurry night in her memory... flashes and pictures that she could hardly make sense of. the broken pale buckskin body of what she assumed had been her mother, whose name she didn’t even know. and then the two ivory figures who wept at death and then swept her into the ocean, siblings she had long guessed. but they were gone, having left her behind in the surf, and she could still hear the sad echo of the young mare she now assumed had been a sister calling for encantador.

it seemed he would be the only thing that could give her any answers. he must know who those two who took her away would be, and perhaps if she had a father or if someone was looking for her. she did not allow her throat to tighten and hope to well up in her heart at the prospect. she knew no one searched for her, no heartsick father prowled the beaches praying for her return. she would not allow such silly and worthless dreams crowd her thoughts. but her hunger for answers and curiosity couldn’t let her just forget this night and start a new life.

she watched him carefully, remaining motionless and slowly realized that his demeanor suggested that while he may be in his home, perhaps he was just as lost as she. i have come from across the sea seeking something. or someone to be more precise. i have no home or family. only a memory and a name. a memory of the night i was born and then lead to the sea and lost. and the name....a name which is the only thing i have that may tell me more about myself and the home or family i may have lost... i have come seeking encantador.