And so, just like that, she was herself again.
Settled near a poolside of collected rainwater, she was examining her scar. A single tawny-turning-white paw held her veil in place out of the way as she examined where her jaw used to be. 'Scar' was too gentle of a word, she recognized. This was disfigurement. With a shudder, she allowed the opaque fabric to fall once again, hiding the injury out of sight from everyone. Once before she had a similar injury, during her reincarnated life as 'Amita Paramour', but this was somehow different. It was the work of her nemesis, who seemed to plague her through the times. Even the destruction of a world didn't stop him from finding her. And he had done this to taunt her, maiming her as she had been done before to prove a point, she was sure.
Giving her head a vicious shake she would turn away from the puddle, tail lashing as she contemplated all that she had discovered. A week ago, she had been a child. Now, she knew exactly who she was and how lengthy her history really was. It was a blessing to be aware of who she really was. But now, she was left feeling. . . Indescribable, really.