
Why couldn't he seem to remember much about what happened last night? He wasn't the type to forget things. Well... okay, so he did often forget things, but not important ones. Did something so terrible happen that his subconscious wiped it from his mind?
These things were mulled over the Pan'lun, Son Hotaka's, head as he flew back to the location where it happened, hoping it would jog his memory. Descending, he began to recall what he could remember. For one, it was that day most celebrated their love for each other... that was important. He was wandering about, as usual, looking for a playmate... other than bugs. Eventually, he came across this odd dragon that had no forelimbs but wings instead... and that's where his memory seems to lapse out. Now, he knows that this other, a female if he remembered correctly, didn't attack him, he didn't wake up with scars on his body. This whole thing was making him batty.
Finally, he landed on the ground and looked around, craning his head every which way to possibly spot something familiar. Nothing. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would run across the female again.