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The stone held no gem--but it held a surge of memories nonetheless.

Something stumbled in the darkness--something with short, coarse brown fur. Hooves clicked as it scrambled to move. Breath came quick and heavy. Fear. Urgency. Others moved with it, in the darkness, quiet, panting.

There was suddenly light--brilliant, blinding--and agony. A sharp heat that tore through the body, head to toe, and then nothing. It ended, like falling, like a pebble plummeting into dark water.

The image was brief, but clear--and intense; it might be near-overwhelming to the mind.

Skeena went still as she began to See.

This memory was strong - something short and brown, with hooves, moving fast, frantic. And it wasn't alone. It was dark, very dark. Panic ran through her chest, and she began to pant.

And then, suddenly, pain. A blinding light, heat, and pain, then death.

She had been in the memory for only a few moments, but it felt as though it had been hours.

She shivered, taking a few deep breaths as she waited for her heart-beat to slow. Oh, she hadn't been expecting that. When one used Hindsight on a bone, they expected some tragedy, some pain. But that had been incredibly overwhelming.

Once she had calmed down enough, she stepped away from the other three bones, bringing the femur with her. Carefully, she began to inscribe what she saw -

A fuzzy thing, with squares resembling feet. Jagged lines to resemble fear, and several more of those fuzzy things. Lines for movement.

And then, repeated again at the top of a jagged crack. She scraped at the crack, as though it had been affected by heat, and then carved in the same fuzzy thing from before, somewhat flattened. And curved lines that were supposed to be splashing water.

It wasn't pretty, but she was still learning. Besides, she wasn't aiming for it to be pretty, just to jog her memory.

Her head was still buzzing, but she wanted to get this done. It wouldn't make sense to bring all of the bones back to her home if some of them couldn't be Sighted.

She scurried back, and reached for the skull next. It was as big as her, and so she rested her hands on its nose as she reached for her Magic.

Unfortunately, she was rather hesitant after before, and so her magic didn't react.

A deep breath, and Skeena waited for her heart beat to slow. She stepped towards the skull, and carefully placed her forepaw on its nose again, pushing for her Magic and beginning to See.

The skull again held no gem--but powerful enough memories. As Skeena tapped into this one, it was almost as intense as the last. It began clear and bright, and as it continued, quickly grew blurred and indistinct.

A creature, somewhere between a rabbit and a cat and a deer: long slender legs, large hindquarters, whiskers; a tan, thick fur spotted white. Long, swivelling but pointed ears, and big, yellow eyes wide with fear. Voices in the distance, and it fled--there was no hiding. Fear behind, fear in front.

Thick mist over dark water. A mind-numbing, terrifying buzzing in the distance.

A blur of a monster rising, lunging. Panic as the world filled with fangs and rushing water.

This memory, again, might be overwhelming to experience.

Skeena began to See.

This memory, too, was intense. She felt like she was being blinded, and remained as such throughout the memory. It was blurred, but incredibly overwhelming.

An odd creature - rabbit-cat-deer? but then again, her and her siblings weren't terribly normal - was trying to hide, but failing, knowing there was no hope.

Water, and mist.

and then a monster, whose figure she couldn't make out. Panic, fangs, water and fear.

Skeena jolted out of the memory as if from a nightmare. She trembled, curling in on herself, rocking back on her haunches and reaching up to groom her muzzle in a nervous tick. Her muzzle was covered in bone dust, from carving the bones, so she worked to clean it off while waiting for adrenaline to stop rushing through her veins, her heart to slow to its normal rapid beat.

Eventually, it slowed enough that she could get to work. It took her a moment to find a good spot to carve on, but before long she was carving.

A poorly drawn rabbit, a cat (shit-cat, Mama would call it), and a deer, circled to signify that they were one. Off to the side, a pair of wide eyes. On the other side, various mouths.

Then a blur, with a vague shape. Fangs.

She shivered as she looked at the carving.

Skeena looked over her etchings, before deciding that they were good enough. She hoped that, in the future, she would be capable of better, more detailed, etchings, but for now this would work. It would help to jot her memory.

She pushed the skull to join the femur, straining her muscles. Oh, it was heavy! But before long, the two carved bones were together, leaving the plain ones - although they were hardly plain - together.

A deep breath, and she approached the rib-cage next. It was held together by fungus, keeping it whole. Setting her paw on it, she felt for her magic, but it didn't respond.

Skeena frowned, before looking at her paw. She hadn't noticed, but there was fungus separating her own flesh from the bone.

So she adjusted her grip, making sure to reach for a patch of the bone that was bare, not blocked by fungus. Her magic responded, pulling at her gem.

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