The mountains were full of life. Birds chirped as I walked up the path. Not those nasty grauls, but little songbirds. The melody was confused, fancy and even thrilling – I loved it. My mortal body was weak, but I began to dance over the day. This was joy. I couldn’t know that my mortality was both joy and pain. At this point, I just enjoyed it.

My companions were confused but also happy about my behavior – but mostly because they didn’t have to carry me anymore. Kamurea complained often about the burden of a siren wrapped in a blanket, and I can fully understand this. I thanked her often; she just groaned and made a gesture of refusal. Vi stayed silent most time, but Bob was really interested in me. He asked many questions about my fairy-life and my actual condition. Soon, he learned to speak slow and formulate exact questions, because I wasn’t that fluid in Basargnomisch.

I began to forget so fast. My mortal body may not be capable to hold my memories from my past life. But like a compromise, I learned the everyday language quiet fast. Bob even promised to teach me how to write.

Altogether, things were progressing.

We crossed the selenian border. The mountains were descending, and soon I saw wide fields in the distance, grasslands and crops. The air smelled of resin, as we reached a forest at the bottom. Smelling things was so intense. My mood got even better, although I tumbled often and damaged my knees badly.

We met some merchants with a broken cart. No one of us is skilled at the arts of tuners, so we couldn’t help them. Funny, I thought, there was a feeling, a need to help over mortals. As a fairy, I had no feelings but hate for them. Now, as I became mortal myself, these harsh feelings are mostly gone. From this point of view, my former life was just agony and fury.

At that point, I settled the ways and goals for my life.