Startled by the sudden recognition, he tries to tighten his hold on the image. It flickers and fades in his fingertips, just like the dawn. A distant dream. But where has he seen it before? Panic, a familiar friend, slowly clogs his throat. If he can't remember this, then what else has he forgotten? What of his fellow Chrysos Heirs? The way Hyacine's nose crinkled and dimples showed whenever she smiled, the glint of exasperated fondness in Aglaea's eyes whenever she catches him doing something childish, the animated hand gestures that Anaxa does when engrossed in discussion, the cat-like tilt of Cipher's head whenever she's teasing someone, the infectious little giggles of Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon as they race through city streets, the pleased upturn of lips that Castorice hides behind a hand whenever her artworks are complimented, the grounding sensation of Mydei's hand on his shoulder and burning eyes that said so much more than mere words could ever hope to achieve. What of his parents, his hometown? What of Cyrene and his promise to her? Was he doomed to forget all of them?
