Hideaway Strath Moon Song

A ghost arrived shortly after with the promise of water, and with nothing else in his empty noggin the boy happily accepted the help of the beast's touches. Though it did spook him slightly with the evident shiver of his fur, the boy felt at ease by the new-comer's fondness.

Stumbling closely between the two, the boy let himself be nudged and guided whenever his balance strayed his center.

He didn't know his saviors names—He didn't care to.

And when water was finally in sight Fig paid no mind to the other stranger at the edge. He pushed himself forward, stumbling and falling to his elbows as he submerged into the cool liquid. Gulping, and gulping, drinking his fill soppily whilst pushing the world away to the edges of his conscious —streams falling down his chin and chest till he was drenched.

Water, water. - His mind repeated.