[ He's never quite been good at the cold. A shiver runs through him before he stirs, raising his head when he hears an echo of a voice. A person...? But where is he? This isn't Petir... it's not even Cydrea. He thought it might be at first, but the sand is too damp for the desert. The sky's too cloudy.
A shallow pain strikes him all of a sudden and he squirms with discomfort, raising his hand to cast healing magic--but it won't come to his fingertips. What?
He swallows his panic and sets his brows together, closing his eyes. No king, no guards, in nothing but his uniform. He brushes the sand off of his vest, colors fading from orange to white over his bare chest, pants sheer and sticking to his legs--as he walks, the small bells of silver and gold around his waist jingle. It's so cold.
He wraps his arms around himself and strains to hear, unfolding his wings with caution. If it's a threat... ]
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A shallow pain strikes him all of a sudden and he squirms with discomfort, raising his hand to cast healing magic--but it won't come to his fingertips. What?
He swallows his panic and sets his brows together, closing his eyes. No king, no guards, in nothing but his uniform. He brushes the sand off of his vest, colors fading from orange to white over his bare chest, pants sheer and sticking to his legs--as he walks, the small bells of silver and gold around his waist jingle. It's so cold.
He wraps his arms around himself and strains to hear, unfolding his wings with caution. If it's a threat... ]
Who is there?