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It was a strange thing to attempt, but she had been trying to search her memories for anything that seemed odd. Nothing in particular stood out to her, though, and she didn't even know if she was going about it in the right way. Was there some optimal technique for combing through one's own memories?

She'd started with the earliest thing that she could recall. It was of her mother walking with her through the family's courtyard, showing her the madega tree and talking to her and her two older siblings, Cisco and Gema.

She didn't exactly remember what her mother had said, but it was something about her ancestors, about the importance of that tree and others like it to their family.

Mainly, however, she remembered the tree itself. The huge, gangly branches. Those tiny blue-gray leaves. Endlessly dripping in the rain.

From there, Emiliana had wanted to go through her memories in chronological order, but she found it incredibly difficult to do that. Determining precisely when something had happened was surprisingly... impossible, she felt. Sure, she had a vague idea of how old she'd been in each memory, but actually sorting them all out? No way.

That little realization had caused her some amount of worry. She began to think that might be evidence of the Weaver having been correct about her memories--or worse, evidence of something else being wrong with her mind--but when she'd talked to Chergoa about it, the reaper had told her it was perfectly normal.

And it had taken some convincing over the course of multiple conversations, but Emiliana eventually believed her.

The memory exercise did have one effect for her, however. It made her realize how common madega trees were in her memory. The timeline might've been a bit murky, but those trees were everywhere along it.