Life, Identity
The memories of Tav'Rynn's past life begin to surface.
While trancing, they begin to experience unknown images, feelings, emotions that even at five years old they know to be memories of their past life. The heat of flickering flame, curling around their arm, the long sleeve of a robe drooping low, somehow not burning. The feeling of a weight being lifted off of their shoulders, a curled mass of hair falling to the ground. Agonizing pain searing through their chest, a crushing feeling, nausea, blood seeping through bandages. Blue, purple, happiness, unfiltered and unbridled. A soft, loving feeling. A burning liquid, powerful magic flowing through the veins of this past self, compelling them, even at a young age.