Recovery
02-07-2016, 10:21 PM
While not as brown as his brother Gabriel was, thanks to the mud, no longer silver. He wasn't even predominately silver. Currently the boy was a kind of bland beige randomly blotched with darker bits of debris and lighter patches of gray where his natural color shone through. With Wyndelin's natural blotches and Gabriel's mud blotches the pair now more than ever looked like brothers. Well, that and scruffy ragamuffins...but they were now clearly a related set of ragamuffins! For a brief moment the ethereal man was forgotten as Wyndelin's words registered. Gabriel turned wide eyes on his brother and his mouth opened to speak but he couldn't think of anything to say. They weren't dead! ...were they? Slowly his mouth closed. What if they were dead? What did that mean exactly? He knew less about being dead than he knew about living - and he didn't know a whole lot about living! "Um..." The man's voice startled the boy and immediately drew his gaze away from Wyndelin. Were they alright? The answer was definitely no, but the severity of the 'no' depended largely on whether or not they were dead. If they were dead the answer was a big NO, but if they were alive then it was just a sucky little no. Gabriel sniffled indecisively and snuck a peek at Wyndelin. He didn't want to scare him by asking the million dollar question. "I think we're okay..." His gaze quickly returned to the man and he frowned thoughtfully. At the very least the man was a huge and unusual stranger. If they were dead he had to be a spirit of some kind. "No..." "Talk" "You" Think |