The soft whisper of the grass as it danced along in a slight breeze, the sweet songs of birds chirping. Most people would have found things like this relaxing, but for Irena it was just unnerving. The eerie calmness just intensified her fears, making her wonder if there was so stealthy predator waiting in the tall grasses. The young doe was already on edge as it was due to her sleep deprivation, a result of her constant nightmares. These nightmares were a result of the loss of her memory and the tragedy of the great fires that swept her homeland. In fact it was the last fire before the prince had them leave that she dreamed of frequently, that was when she had tripped, unable to see the large root due to the smoke. The trauma caused her to suffer from amnesia of a varying degree, she knew her name, and she knew her species, but other then that she knew nothing else. Who was she?
She moved through the grassy field at a slow trot, ears flicking to catch any sounds that might warn her of predators who thought she was a deer. A great amount of attention was paid to her surroundings, she was continually hoping that she might find some clue hidden somewhere that could only be found due to great attentiveness. Despite the amount of attention she paid to her environment, she always managed to get lost and this was yet again the case as she wandered about.
