She'd been regaining her memories since she woke up.
Regained words, thoughts, all those little things you tend to forget, like the reason you were chained. Or, the reason why.
Or your name, or what you are, or what they did to you.
Vix. Her child's name was Vix.
The manacles bit at her where she'd tried to break them. The dog- she kept wanting to wake him up. His name-it started with an 'L', she was sure.
The giant fox paces in a circle, before stopping and staring down at the space around her paws. It was glowing, and it seemed as though it... Sunk... When she put her weight on it. She experimented a little, slamming a paw down hard, and something... Happens. There's no cracks, no traces of breakage, but she heard something; a small crushing sound. She did so again, and the noise came back. tichicickickinck. She pauses , perking up as a thought crossed her mind.
This was old magic. And nobody had come to renew or strengthen it. She could break it, perhaps with Sheer force alone, now, but...
It was the floor she walked on, meant to support her. That was not the problem. She eased herself back into it once more, breaking a small peice away and nearly falling over at the sudden connection.
She wasn't sure when she'd first noticed, but now she was sure as a rush of energy forced itself through; magic. Not like the kind that had trapped her, it was more... Familiar.
She concentrates instinctually, feeling a sudden spark as the magic finds a new place to settle down.
It wasn't her magic, she realized.
It was her daughter's, maybe. Was she sending her magic? No, it didn't seem possible; they had only talked once. She felt a little less tired as she absorbed it, more awake, more alive.
Maybe she was alone, but she was regaining her strength.