Recovery
02-04-2016, 08:09 PM
With a jerk Gabriel sat up straight. He'd almost fallen on his face again. It was really hard to stay awake. His eyelids were really heavy and they kept trying to close. No matter how hard he fought it they just kept trying and every once in a while, without him realizing it, they succeeded. Now his chin was all scratched up. It was just as well. His chin had been one of the few things that didn't really get hurt when the water washed them away so now it just kind of matched the rest of him. He shivered and wiggled closer to Wyndelin. His fur was still pretty wet, but beginning to dry in places. There were clumps and spikes of mud and silt scattered across his coat. Perhaps the most annoying clump was inside his right ear. Because of it all he could hear in it was the ocean. It also itched fiercely, but he was too tired to mess with it. He was too tired for anything. Too tired to walk away from the river, too tired to talk to Wyndelin, and too tired to think right. He was also too scared of the water coming again to let himself fall asleep. The sound of pawsteps caused his gritty, red-rimmed eyes - which he hadn't realized were closed - to pop open. Immediately they fixed on the huge brute who was walking nearby. Gabriel blinked rapidly in confusion; he'd never seen anyone like that man before. He was far too bright to be real, the boy decided. So what was he then? A dream? Did Wynde see him too? "Wynde." Gabriel stirred and nudged his brother with his shoulder. "Hey, Wynde, do you see that bright guy?" "Talk" "You" Think |