It's not long later when Cymbeline's eyes flutter open.
He has the oddest, most vivid memories of being spoken to. Despite having been unconscious, he heard. Despite not knowing any of the words she used, he understood.
He hauls himself to a sitting position, coughing.
There are strange tracks in the sand. Handprints, too small to be his, and larger smoother depressions in the beach, like a seal or a dolphin with human forelimbs hauled itself up alongside him - with him? In tow?
He doesn't know what to make of that.
A quick assessment of his surroundings is in order. He starts along the shore, looking for a stream; fresh water will lead to people, and he's recognized over the whole of Loegria and its neighbors; he can get home as soon as he finds civilization of any kind.
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Date: 2013-06-20 01:43 am (UTC)He has the oddest, most vivid memories of being spoken to. Despite having been unconscious, he heard. Despite not knowing any of the words she used, he understood.
He hauls himself to a sitting position, coughing.
There are strange tracks in the sand. Handprints, too small to be his, and larger smoother depressions in the beach, like a seal or a dolphin with human forelimbs hauled itself up alongside him - with him? In tow?
He doesn't know what to make of that.
A quick assessment of his surroundings is in order. He starts along the shore, looking for a stream; fresh water will lead to people, and he's recognized over the whole of Loegria and its neighbors; he can get home as soon as he finds civilization of any kind.