Arensha woke slowly, basking in the rays of light flitting in between the curtains as she stretched her body cat-like, her tail pointed straight up, and started the day with a long luxurious yawn. Her hand wandered over her belly and she gave herself a satisfied grin as she recalled the pleasures of the previous evening. It was a pity that al-Samara's duties drew him away from her in the morning, or she would have shown him the perfect way to start his day... having read his note, she put it down with a sigh and turned her attention to her choices of clothing for the day.<br/><br/>She looked down at her body, its firmness and tone the evidence of long hours of exercise - and not just the sexy kind - to make it that way. According to Alice, she had been al-Samara's concubine for five years now, even if all she could remember was a blurred mess of sights, sounds and scents in no chronological order. The harem pants seemed best saved for intimate times with al-Samara, and the veil was too modest for her, and probably the rest of the palace's, taste. That left the bellydancing outfit, which she tried on. It felt right, drawing attention to the grace of her movements. She gave an experimental twirl, and surprised herself when she finished in a low stance, her knees slightly bent and ready to spring, arms drawn back and claws out ready to slash. Just what kind of dancing was she trained in, exactly?<br/><br/>It was at this time that Alfreldi entered and Arensha quickly recomposed herself. After learning - or re-learning - the laws of the harem, and Alfreldi's name, Arensha gave her a conspiratorial giggle. "In the words of our master, my mind might not remember, but I proved my body still does," she laughed. "Too bad it doesn't work for findinya my way around the place, so I'll have to take you up on your kind offer. Us catgirls should stick together, right?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Some exercise was in order to keep in shape; nothing too demanding until Arensha had recovered completely, and a swim seemed safe enough. "I have a question," she asked Alfreldi on the way to the pool, "before I got hit in the head, was I a dancer? What kind of dance did I perform?"<br/><br/>The blue-haired mermaid waved Arensha over and introduced herself as Zelda. "And I'm Arensha!" the catgirl introduced herself. "I know this sounds strange, but have I met you before? You see, I got hit in the head by a fallinya book yesterday and I lost all my memories, so I apologize in advance if I act like this is the first time I've met you, because it sort of is..."<br/><br/>Arensha was eager to take up swimming lessons, and in all-female company she had no reservations about stripping out of her bellydancing outfit. She got off to a promising start, helped in no small part by the ability to breathe the water itself. (12 on the swim checks.) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=67155) With little about her own past to talk about, she inquired gently into Zelda's origins and listened attentively to her tales, getting the friendly mermaid to confide her secrets to the catgirl. (27 diplomacy.) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=67156)<br/><br/>"Thank you and if you don't mind, I would like to come back tomorrow," Arensha said, as the swimming lesson wrapped up, and she dried herself off and slipped back into her clothes, "And in the meantime, I can take a look in the library for anythinya related to Azlant, if you want."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Besides looking for information about Zelda's home, Arensha was curious about the subject she herself had been studying, and also about the circumstances surrounding her accident. She asked some of the library attendants, but nobody remembered seeing her last night. (14 diplomacy.) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=67157) It was slightly too convenient and she wondered if she showed a little more flesh and added a little more sultriness to her voice, whether their replies would change - assuming that they weren't already castrated, of course. That line of inquiry blocked for now, Arensha made a cursory search for the section regarding ancient near-mythical empires, but didn't stay too long - Alfreldi didn't look like the type to properly appreciate the treasures hidden within old musty tomes, and Arensha could always return, alone, another day to do some research proper. She'd keep an eye out for falling books from now on, though.<br/><br/>For the rest of the day Arensha tried settle back into the daily rhythms of her old life with Alfreldi's help, hoping that it would trigger the return of her memories. And if that didn't work, then in a day or two she might have to see if Bakr had any alchemical concoction for her condition.