"What?" Gridania. The name sounded familiar, but in the same way some distant fact learned off-hand from some overheard conversation might. In short, it did very little to dispel the man's confusion, but he couldn't hold it against his aged savior - because he was pretty sure that spindly figure had been the one to find him. Buried. Alive.
The one who called himself Thal shuddered and finally moved to push himself upright. His muscles groaned a protest, as though the limbs hadn't been used for years. He wondered if they hadn't, because he couldn't remember a time of even existing prior to this moment. This thought confused him further, and he resigned himself to the feeling with another, instinctive laugh. Sitting up now, the unearthed miqo'te stretched his spine forward, hearing and feeling with some satisfaction as a few joints popped. There was a moment after this where he froze, grappling with a confusing fear that his action had somehow snapped every rib in his chest into multiple pieces, but it passed almost immediately.
The man shook himself, clumps of mud crumbling from his body at the gesture, and then squinted up at the thin form. "Seeing as I just crawled out of what I think was my own grave... I'd like to stay in one piece, yeah."
The one who called himself Thal shuddered and finally moved to push himself upright. His muscles groaned a protest, as though the limbs hadn't been used for years. He wondered if they hadn't, because he couldn't remember a time of even existing prior to this moment. This thought confused him further, and he resigned himself to the feeling with another, instinctive laugh. Sitting up now, the unearthed miqo'te stretched his spine forward, hearing and feeling with some satisfaction as a few joints popped. There was a moment after this where he froze, grappling with a confusing fear that his action had somehow snapped every rib in his chest into multiple pieces, but it passed almost immediately.
The man shook himself, clumps of mud crumbling from his body at the gesture, and then squinted up at the thin form. "Seeing as I just crawled out of what I think was my own grave... I'd like to stay in one piece, yeah."
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