The man was right. I can't remember the small things. I looked in my backpack yesterday and saw a diamond ring, and I tried hard to remember where I got it, but to no avail. I saw the necklace, and I knew it was from Sephy, when we went to Ethucan, so I tried to forget about not being able to remember the ring. Then I came across the dead flowers, knew they were, indirectly, from Sephy, but couldn't remember where I'd gotten them from. The plains? I think?

And that crystal pendant. It took me a few moments to realise that it was my first dull crystal. What a strange thing to commemorate. I wonder what I was thinking.

So I looked at everything, touched everything, tried to remember the name of places. It took a while for me to remember Aldwythe's Landing. It made me wonder when I remembered how I'd once told myself that, if I were to be bonded, it would either be in Ethucan or the garden in Aldwythe's Landing. At least, I think it was a garden. Once again, I ponder my thoughts on the subject.

The man was right, after all. I've forgotten all the small things that had held up my life so urgently before. Now that I look at them, they don't mean a thing.