[ His mouth tastes like copper, but he cannot smell it. His vision is a haze of darkness and half chewed scenery, a flicker of memories from a half buried past, and they're all swept away with a few blinks. The words that pop up barely register because there is a lot to take in. One almost feels young again, the world so fresh and new, and he is left without any idea as to what he is to do with himself.
But he is not Brother, and he is not dependent on her to put his world into perspective.
Right, he's...
He's way too close to those around him. His chest constricts in the tight dark garments that still smell faintly of blood and magic - a scent that will haunt him for ages. His ears feel a little heavier, or at least on one side, the earring is new. He moves to the left, getting away from the crowd in order to reach under the fall of golden hair and trace the shape of the new item, investigating the familiar diamond shape with the cross imprinted upon it. Just like Sister's... but words blur his vision, catch him off guard.
His name? One. Just One.
And then more words seem to pass by. A mission to do things that go against the nature of an Intoner, or at least, how he has come to understand it. But One is willing to try... it's all he can do, isn't it? The small male takes in a deep breath when the words fade away and he finds his hand falling to his side, to the hilt of the dragon bone sword. It is best he orientate himself with this world and its inhabitants. He should start with the Commoners' District, since he'd unconsciously moved in that direction. ]
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But he is not Brother, and he is not dependent on her to put his world into perspective.
Right, he's...
He's way too close to those around him. His chest constricts in the tight dark garments that still smell faintly of blood and magic - a scent that will haunt him for ages. His ears feel a little heavier, or at least on one side, the earring is new. He moves to the left, getting away from the crowd in order to reach under the fall of golden hair and trace the shape of the new item, investigating the familiar diamond shape with the cross imprinted upon it. Just like Sister's... but words blur his vision, catch him off guard.
His name? One. Just One.
And then more words seem to pass by. A mission to do things that go against the nature of an Intoner, or at least, how he has come to understand it. But One is willing to try... it's all he can do, isn't it? The small male takes in a deep breath when the words fade away and he finds his hand falling to his side, to the hilt of the dragon bone sword. It is best he orientate himself with this world and its inhabitants. He should start with the Commoners' District, since he'd unconsciously moved in that direction. ]