Skill:
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The world spat him out.
With a rough tumble, Niyol skittered against the earth ...
... akin to a pebble shot across the surface of a lake.
The boy would tumble, ass-over-end as he skittered to a shattering stop. He did not remember where he was — he did not remember who he was. All he knew was that he was alive. That he lived. That he ... that ... he was Niyol.
Wasn't he?
A soft grunt escaped his lips as he inhaled, breathing in the scent of snow. It was soft, it was feathery, it was ... whimsical, in a way. Wasn't it? Ah, yes ... snow ...
Snow.
Niyol would whine, his body aching as he struggled to pull himself upright. And once he did, he would sit, static against his own stagnation as he readied and steadied himself.
He was anxious, he was a nervous wreck ... and he couldn't figure out why he was living beneath a tidal wave.
Was he supposed to be ok? Was he ... was he ok?
He was scared, and his eyes showed it.
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