Re: [Lepus]
As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
[[Niva slaps you hard on the back, her mirth broken long enough to take a long gulp of the Unwalf wine. It never took long, especially with a brew that strong, for it to get to her cheeks and her head.
"Medicine... really?" She laughs rocking back onto the balls of her feet. "Damn shame, y'know. You'd pretty good with your sword." You have to dodge back, face heated as she makes a rather inappropriate grab, casting some doubt as to what 'weapon' she was referring to.
"It's interesting," you stammer.
"It's boring." She huffs, swinging the flask in emphasis. "You'll get boring. Aint no way to stay interesting while bein' all... THAT."
"What is that?"
"Some scholar type." She sighed, a wave back to the great university. It wasn't but three years ago you'd turned down a chance to go there for the academy, learning the sword and shield rather than the parchment and pen... Niva was a heavy influence in that at the time and you have you admit to yourself, still is... It was just hard to break free of it entirely.
"... Actually, I have no intention of schooling." She looks over at you, wine addled thoughts taking a bit to catch up. "There's nothing for me there. I thought... maybe there would be. But I know better now."
"You...?"
"I've been thinking, you kill the monster... if they're interesting enough... I'll bring them back to life."
She stares at you, mouth working like a fish out of water. Even drunk, she glances around, making sure that no one's heard. "That book you found..."
"It's a holy scripture. I could read it." Your voice rises with excitement, you can't help but pace. "I could read it and memorize it! You know what this means?"
Niva stares down at her flask and then with great deliberation takes a large gulp. "It means." She stands up, and checks her sword. "We're goin' hunting."]]
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.