Always misplaced, always awoken in the strange and odd places.
He had not started where he stood now. It had been some strings of trees and a river, he had moved along it until his legs felt like they might melt beneath him.
How many times would he have the world change around him? How many times would he grasp something and lose it in what felt like a hazy dream? Had anything ever been?
Surely it had, but it all felt distant now.
He wished to grapple the physical world with might and awe, so that it would not leave him so suddenly again. Which meant he must plant roots, he fretted, and fast. Else it might happen all over again. Perhaps he was given a chance in the way the borders crept along his senses, a sign if he dared to believe.
His head tipped back and he called out warmly into the morning air, while he stood respectfully at their lines.
also kind of...soft-resetting solare bc he's fallen through so many times now, magic hand-wavy i guess. nothing is really changing besides some gender (not sex, just gender!) stuff
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