8/25/2025, 3:22 PM
his throat burns.
a little more sense has returned to him- which means he has the presence to embarrassed over staggering around as though concussed and vomiting in front of a stranger. shoulders hunched awkwardly, he paces a half-circle away, throwing all of his concentration into not looking like he's about to collapse. he still feels shaky, and is wishing fiercely he'd been left alone to be miserable.
he mutters a curse under his breath, finding comfort in both the language and the knowledge she won't understand it.
had he not thought this might be the gods' doing? it only seems ridiculous to think there is truth to it. why would rizhào or cāng bother to save him? he is not important. he leads no pack and his family does not need him, a year old and still a tiny, scrawny thing, to protect them. he is worth nothing. that is no insult- it is a fact, and not one with a particular sting.
but the gods are one thing. entirely another is...
"from my world...?" he repeats, narrow-eyed, not bothering to hide the confusion. "the sea carries me here. i can walk back. it takes many days, perhaps, but..."
this world. things like this happen often.
yunxu stares at her as she crouches down to her belly. she is not making any sense- it is the ramblings of a madwoman, and he should ignore it, but the firmness in her voice makes him doubt. the confusion begins to give way to panic.
"where am i?" he demands. it carries the unpleasant edge of a plea.
a little more sense has returned to him- which means he has the presence to embarrassed over staggering around as though concussed and vomiting in front of a stranger. shoulders hunched awkwardly, he paces a half-circle away, throwing all of his concentration into not looking like he's about to collapse. he still feels shaky, and is wishing fiercely he'd been left alone to be miserable.
he mutters a curse under his breath, finding comfort in both the language and the knowledge she won't understand it.
had he not thought this might be the gods' doing? it only seems ridiculous to think there is truth to it. why would rizhào or cāng bother to save him? he is not important. he leads no pack and his family does not need him, a year old and still a tiny, scrawny thing, to protect them. he is worth nothing. that is no insult- it is a fact, and not one with a particular sting.
but the gods are one thing. entirely another is...
"from my world...?" he repeats, narrow-eyed, not bothering to hide the confusion. "the sea carries me here. i can walk back. it takes many days, perhaps, but..."
this world. things like this happen often.
yunxu stares at her as she crouches down to her belly. she is not making any sense- it is the ramblings of a madwoman, and he should ignore it, but the firmness in her voice makes him doubt. the confusion begins to give way to panic.
"where am i?" he demands. it carries the unpleasant edge of a plea.
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