Once The Lady Shayla Griffin. Now... born again with the exchanged life of the Druidess Madellene, without the memories of her past, only the knowledge. Shayla Vandell. No recollection of the life she had lived before, but still a person. Here for a purpose, even unknown to her. She bears the same age, the same intelligence, and the same powers. But has no memory of the people in her past...

~A low moan... A pile of rose-grey cloaks... moves slightly, a shift of position. Wearily, the frame begins to rise, giving out another slow groan of both.. relief and the wish to move without pain. It seems all of her limbs are screaming out in protest at once.. Eyes blink to the light around her.. -blue- eyes, wide and fearless at the same time... long, graceful arms stretch skyward, warding off cramps and kinks in bone and muscle.. She tosses her hair back lightly.. long, brown curls still waving with the movement.. yet, the ears are not pointed.. or -are-, but lightly, ever so lightly. Her face hints towards fae nature, but... more human then not. Not the full-blooded Elven Lady of before.. more.. -human-.. Languidly, she makes to a sitting position, shifting her knees and legs beneath her, and her hands fall to curl around the rosey material covering her. How did she get here? This place... so new.. she doesn't remember it.. or.. -does-.. but so vaguely, and so clutterfilled, that it would make no sense to try and grasp the memories, they are forever gone. Lips quirk in slight irritation at the uncooperation of her mind... as blue eyes gaze 'round...~

~She gives a clear of her throat, and all of a sudden, her mind is bashed with information, knoweldge, the suddenness of the action almost completely overwhelming as she winces audiably, hands moving to clutch the sides of her head..~ Gods.. ~A tiny whisper. Yes.. her voice. Her voice perfectly, the same slight accent, the same tone and resonance. She remembers at least that.. Perhaps the mem'ries -are- there, just... hidden, buried 'neath the waves of information. Languages, books, stories, histories, places, happenings, even some.. odd... recollections. But no faces. Voices? Yes.. she remembers the sounds of some voices. But no faces. No faces at all. She shifts her feet 'neath her. Sandaled, as always. She blinks suddenly. How did she know she always wore sandals? And what is always? Where is she? WHO is she? Exactly? Her mind calls out.. a speak of sorts... to anyone who might hold answers...~

~It is as if she is blind to the world... until a voice answers her.. A deep, bass voice. A name. Xrious. Druid? Yes! She remembers.. a Druidess she was.. no, -is-. Her name... Shayla. She tones back.. Shayla what? No last? Where is she? What is going on? What has happened? ... The voice soothes for quietness.. for calming... It pauses, leaving her in silence for moments until it returns with an answer.. or answers. Shayla Vandell. Druidess. In a forest... she had been attacked by demons.. They.. they who? The Druids... they had healed her, and left her there to wake up. She must have lost her memories.. No, no! It can't be right.. remembering all the knowledge.. Selective memories.. perhaps a demon spell... Come to Deright. Where? Deright? The Druid Keep.. it is where she belongs... How? .. She knows how. Slowly, gently, she rises to her feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that passes over her as she rises.. Abesntly darting her bottom lip between her teeth, she chews lightly on it, as her arms raise before her.. A slight murmur of words, shoulders of the rose-grey outfit falling off of her skin as the wind picks up.. swirls fabric of air 'round her.. bending, twisting and contorting its shape, its form.. and engulfing her into it... Suddenly, the breeze is gone, the zephyr has died.. and she... She is gone.~