Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

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He traveled for miles. Mindless limbs that carried him farther than he ever knew they would. The trees felt dim. The sky felt faded. A dreary head, eyes aloof and spread across mossy floors. By day, Gunnar grew weaker. By day, he too, grew smaller. An ever-flying moth to a flickering flame, he saw light at the end of the tunnel. It’s dark and it’s solitary. But so vast. Draped in overgrowth, and there was his body and his conscious that should not be in it. It was not.

After time, he didn’t know what he’d come to do out here. Maybe he thought he’d find something for the old man. There was also this persistent sensation gnawing in his gut, like a pestering bell that would not stop chiming. Like a river crashing waves against his walls, and he’s already had enough. Bonnie told them. He told them to shut up. That he was tired of hearing it- and feeling as though each burst of rumbling tide was digging its nails into the cracks of his skin. It wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t leave him alone. Would not cease its will, and he grew exhausted by onslaught. For every grind of his teeth, bitter by unsaid words and things said in too many, he could not think straight. Light long dead in a crestfallen day with clouds unkind. There was growing anger.

Also a brittle boy.

Oakwood eyes, burnt at the edges, distracted by shrubbery all foreign. They all looked the same. He’d seen them all a million times, and none of them looked familiar. The same leaves. The same stems- some skinny, some not. He was no doctor. No nurse.

For hours, he walked along the emberwood in a quiet. Easy to pace. Giving attention to nothing. Swiftcurrent Creeks borders had been rounded. He’d been quick. Stark from tranquil eyes, his tail lashed behind his legs and his head came to a quick rise. Nothing. He was quick on the move again, searching.

@Grackle