That hadn’t been so bad. Lots of chaos, and Persi wasn’t really sure what had happened, but then he got spit out into some field. Didn’t know where he was, what was happening, anyone around him. Did any of that matter?
Not one fuckin’ bit.
Did the wetness, dripping down over his back? Even less; just thought it was a patch of snow melting on him, no big deal, it’d happened before. One of his paws didn’t want to hold his weight though, and he was left stumbling about, confused. Nothing seemed wrong, though, and he couldn’t figure out why something clearly was!
How strange.

Persimmon didn’t see anyone familiar. “Mutter?” Nothing. Apple was small, but she was pretty good at either answering or popping head-first from a bush somewhere to spy the errant child and coming to lead him back home.
The young boy began to head in a random direction (North) and started walking, apparently unbothered. Bleeding and limping on a fractured wrist, not realizing Sparrow was here too, just looking for Apple. What else was he to do?

Wow, was it bright though. It'd never been so bright his entire life! All he remembered were clouds, clouds, clouds, the cold bite of winter, the icy frostkill. This must be the sun Mutter spoke of! Was it Spring now?!