Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

She started to try to decide when a memory came in her mind. Her and a person fighting in the mountains, something with a couple. Her head started to pound as her mind when over a series of recent events that had made her even more confused than usual. She caught sight of something on the grounds and stopped flying, she stay still in the air the wind keeping her afloat. She looked at the mountains and her wound that wasn't healing nor was going to heal started to throb. She decided she didn't want to make a ordeal nor talk about it. So she smiled lightly, "I think the mountains." She said trying to make it seem as if that's why she stopped.

She realized that he noticed, she sighed wincing lightly at the pain her unhealing wound gave her. She shook her head, "No it's okay, it's nothing..." She didn't wish to talk about it, nor did she want to go to the extent of leaving when she finally met someone she possibly could befriend. She started to fly again with the wind, she didn't want to make a touchy feely moment were she let the pain and confusion to make her weak. She hid her inner pain and put a light smile on, the only pain that she couldn't hide completely was the sharpness of the wound in her shoulder. She wanted to wince really badly but didn't want to call attention to herself.