12-08-2020, 06:48 PM
He’s not sure how, or why, but Mesec manages to get his legs underneath him enough to move from the spot where his blood has drenched the soil. There’s some vague notion that if he is up and moving he’ll be fine, and maybe he’ll happen across someone that would know how to heal him. He never really did get around to asking whether kingdoms work the same way in this place - if there are jobs and magics associated with them like the ones he grew up in. Where every herd had a healer.
It would be convenient right now.
He had forced himself to stay as quiet as possible during the attack so that the others would be safe and it seems karmic that he crosses no one when he needs them. Once he stumbles his way to the border of Loess, Mesec’s legs start trembling so badly he must stop and he unceremoniously falls back to the earth. It appears to be afternoon though he has no concept of how long he lay where Breach and the ghost boy had left him. How long he had been wandering. Had a day passed since the attack or was this just the same, stretched, neverending day? With the sun bright and mocking overhead while half of Mesec’s face had been chewed and sliced off and his wings are so broken they trail at his shredded sides.
He hasn’t bothered to survey the rest of the damage, he just feels the effects. The sharp and dull pains that dapple his battered body.
The eye that remains rolls around as he lies there, taking in the brilliance of the sky. He’s collapsed where the forest and rocky hills meet and he can see the cool, inviting shadows beneath the trees just out of reach.
It feels wrong, that he should die during the day. He always thought it would happen at night - where the glowing of his body would slowly dim and then go out forever as he lay beneath the star- and moonlight. Although Breach had given him a message and that suggested she had not intended to kill him, he feels a complete certainty that his body is too broken now. Maybe moving had worsened it and if he had just stayed still he would have been fine - but staying still is like he can already feel himself rotting into the ground.
His mind is hazy and thoughts are slipping away from him but this one - about rotting away here beneath the sun - sticks enough that he tries to rise again. And again.
And again.
Mesec
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