Teleyn entered Dawnhall weary and with very little energy left in her body. Her cheeks were flushed from activity and the strands of her hair had been blown about by the wind. Removing her boots by the door, she treaded with bare feet into the main hall and sat by the fire to warm herself.
Following Falarthin's instruction, she had spent the past two hours making swipes with her daggers against a tree trunk and running back and forth between the same tree and a wall just outside of the town. After ten minutes, her arms swung limply and her daggers barely made scratches against the tree's bark. By the end of her endurance training, her feet dragged and she ran slower than she could have walked to the wall. But she refused to give up because she had promised Fal one hour of each activity.
As the fire spread its warmth across her body, Teleyn felt that she couldn't sit up any longer and spread out onto the floor after placing her new daggers to the side. She looked at the shiny blades as the flames danced in their reflection. She began to think of how so many people were helping her these days.
At first, she was gifted food and clothes, for her appearance showed that she lacked both. But now that she was better fed and dressed, she received lessons and skills that could make her into a useful person. Teleyn looked over at the satchel Katlum had given her. Inside, were her most prized possessions which she had collected in the past week. Katlum had given her paper, quills, and ink to practice her writing. And beside them, lay her flute.
She was exceptionally good at none of these, but she learned quickly. It was as if there were some memory of these things in her body...her fingers began remembering how to hold the quill on the paper, her mouth remembered how to cradle the flute upon her tongue...Even if she could not recall anything from her past, her body was slowly awakening and realizing its capabilities again. Each time, her muscles remembered a little more of their old movements. Her steps grew steadier, her motions more fluid and natural.
As her eyelids began to close, Teleyn thought about how she felt closer to the person she was before. And yet, she could not remember her past. She let her mind wander, and lying before the fire, she fell asleep that night trying to recollect the memories of a stranger.
