there must be, roanoke thinks.
but he cannot recall it. it eludes him; like trying to grasp smoke betwixt his teeth.
this ... this must be the after.
he awoke; startled. uncertainty gives way quickly to caution as scorching orange gaze moves rapidly 'round his surroundings. assessing, like a soldier dropped suddenly into a war zone. vantage points. open lays of the land and cervices and shadows where he ( or another predator ) can hide. the lake draws his eye, when his gaze rests upon it. lips smacking for a moment as he is suddenly, perhaps achingly, made aware of how dry his mouth was. like his tongue had become sandpaper.
damp from the light drizzle that had, at some point, began falling ... roanoke tests the strength of his limbs; strong despite abyss of a void in his mind where he is sure memories should be. a soft grunt lingers in his chest as he makes his way to the lake's bank, bowing his head to lap at the cool water.
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