Ravenshook Cliffs This one's for all the lost children and wishing them home

Eyes of the freshest limes, dimmed by malnutrition, blinked wearily, vision slightly blurred. A gnawing deep in the pit of the stomach caused him to wince.

He had heard something. Words. Water crashing. Blue skies above.

Are you alright?

With the very little strength he could muster, his head lifted to face the fuzzy figure, clad in red.

Voice rusty from dehydration, like he ate the sand where he rested, he croaked a response.

“No.”

And he laid himself down again. Moving hurt.