1/31/2025, 3:56 AM
A small hum, only slightly audible; Takala seemed slightly lost in thought and Francis left her to her inner machinations. The silence was easily filled with his own responses, after all, and the quiet moments were companionable.
It was pleasant, and a much-needed pleasantness after the losses the pack had recently been impacted by. Nikolai's death was something Francis was holding at arm's length in his mind. Grief was so...he'd only just begun finally finding his footing, and he was afraid to lose it again, even over the loss of a friend.
Takala came to a sharp halt, interrupting Francis. His breezy strides halted as well, meeting the woman's icy blue eyes with his own amber gaze. Confusion flitted across his features, complete with a prompting but subtle arch of his brows at the alarmed outburst, before understanding and a wave of potent sympathy eclipsed the previous emotion.
Oh.He offered dumbly.
Oh. He didn't know how to break it...gently, now that the cat was mostly out of the bag.
I'm sorry, I thought you knew.He winced, for the apology didn't quite land the way he'd hoped.
This place is called Mythris. I don't know how, but it transports those who reside here through some unknown means, from wherever they were in their world to this one. Sometimes wolves fall in, sometimes they simply wake up or wander in.He waited a beat longer for the information to be digested; he was sure she'd have questions, and held himself at the ready to field them. Francis remembered his awakening in this world. The disorientation...the bizarre sensation of a body wholly different than what he'd been born in and lived as...the memories of his moments before coming to this world, jarringly different from the idyllic scene he'd arrived in.
He didn't envy Takala what she was going through now.