He didn't really understand day and night cycles, only that one was colder and one slightly warmer. So his sleep schedule was well...non-existent other than that little instinctive tug of his internal clock that seemed to insist the little beast was a night owl. He was learning rapidly everyday; this place was called Elysium and there was a lake in the center and ─ not to fall into it.
Anddd that Mama Sreda was using certain smells to help guide him around. Achlys had been learning to identify herbs and associate them with certain locations, she worked with the way his brain and 'sight' did.
Achlys was also her shadow.
And wherever that scent of decay and smoke would go, the reaper was sure follow. And here he was, toddling along a ways behind her trail stumbling and veering off the way he did. But eventually finding her; and someone else. Dark nose would twitch as he slowed; not before bumping into Sreda's rear leg following his distraction which made him slide onto his butt. "The dead can't get enough of me." his ears perked to the strangers voice, intrigue peaking the boy - who blended nearly perfectly into the night lest the backdrop of snow gave him away this time of year would follow the sound. "Mostly it's the bones speaking these days." they led to more sounds. "You did good with the funeral spread." bones did speak. He knew this to be true.
Everything that remained carried memory.
"It's a shame they didn't let you give a eulogy. You've always wanted to give one of those." but that word was new to him. ❝ What's ula....ulology ❞ what a weird word, he thought as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth.
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