Noctisardor Bypass bury me inside this labyrinth bed

dissonance hangs heavy in the air of rivenwood, a proverbial burning of something that had meant to be sacred; but the sin in the air is as cloying and choking as a forest fire. justice clucks his tongue of disapproval, growling things in ezra's mind that is incoherent unwords. for justice, of course, it bound to the vessel of ezra and the pup, a little delayed in development is only now opening his eyes for the first time.

clear-eyed despite the inability to make out much more than shapes, ezra is stirred awake, discomfort sitting in his stomach like a rock.
the discomfort passes, settles. easily, he is both overwhelmed and fascinated by the indiscernible shapes he can blearily make out.

a small chirp is made, his mouth pressed against the shoulder of one of his unsiblings in his attempt to squirm away, to see what he can feebly see.