Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

Great Mother's mighty heartbeat doesn't pulse beneath his feet here. The cold ground, coated in snow-drift, is lifeless. Alien. Tsu rose on shaky limbs, squinting against the blinding sea of white. Searching for the warm body of his brother, and feeling defeated when he does not find him. Tall grass, frosted and stiff, teased his underbelly. Like the flow of the sea. There is no ocean. This is not his coast. How far had they ran? Where had he followed his brother?

Toes do not sink into sand, but fine pebble and dirt. Each lung full of breath is sharp and cool, whereas it'd been warm before. Her ocean had always been warm. Seäe, wherever he is, must be freezing. Tsu'tseya's heart wept at the thought, before a womanly voice drew him away from his sorrow.

There she stood, backlit by the eclipse's light. Tsu exhaled a ragged breath as he wobbled to face her.

Her words are alien, too. A tongue he faintly recognized, a tongue his people hadn't spoke unless it be to vagabonds that washed upon their shores.

"I not know what you mean tuté." He rasps. Hunger eats at his hollowed sides and thirst claws at his throat.

"Where am I?" As this was not home.