Annoyed and frustrated, Anastasia returned to her room to rest, not wanting to think about anything anymore. She was curious about her past and why Kieran and the rest didn't want to tell her, but she knew that, with how headstrong they were, they wouldn't tell her even if she pressed them about it. In the end, when she asked Kieran about it, he didn't even brush her off. He just directly told her that she had to find it out herself.
"So I'm on a scavenger hunt for my own past..." she sighed as she lay in her bed, looking at the gray raven feathers adorning her forearms. "And... they definitely won't tell me how close I am to the truth... Or it will be much later..." With another sigh, she closed her eyes. If they wouldn't hand her the truth, she would take any hints that existed to investigate. But she was still unhappy. The longer she lacked memories, the more questions appeared in her mind.
