real.










The Froslass hovered around the Zorua, who was captivated by the glimmer of the smooth ice of the room. The shine was almost blinding, and the cool air brushed along their fur, as if to give a cold hug.
"Ever since that day, I've been looking long and hard, only to realise that ***Those*** people have stolen you." The Froslass spoke in a soft, motherly voice. "You're safe now, my beloved. Avalanche will be of no harm to you, anymore."
The Zorua took a moment to take in the moment, her mind felt as if water was flowing, showing memories of the two roaming around. On one hand, these felt... Real. As if she had finally remembered what had happened. On the other.....