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FALLEN OUT OF BED FROM A LONG & WEARY DREAM
It wasn't unusual for the ashen boy to be found among the whispy blades of grass, nor where the wind whislted loudest. The Sussoru fields had been where the boy had chosen to roost, and even after weeks of living on this strange new continent he still felt as though it had an a bdundance of surprises in wait with each day that dawned. There was always a new rabbit warren to suss out, a new tattered bundle of leaves with the scent of another land upon it, and a new sunrise to watch over the entire landscape. That was what he liked about these fields.
When he witnessed strangers upon it, for some reason he wished them to leave. This was his nesting ground after all. Though, as his starry eyes crooned deeper in their direction he noted that the male was one he had witnessed before on more than one occasion. Rostislav, or something of the sort - a silly name that reminded him of dirty oil and roots.
Still the child within him felt the need and yearning to greet them, to be a part of the conversation too. besides, he certainly wasn't a rude fellow - just a bit impolite perhaps.
"Hallo to you" he came to bellow across the field, his voice deeper than most five-times his age. "Ros-tas-liv, name of you?" he asked the horned brute as he approached to clarify, just incase he'd somehow made up the strange name. The other was a fine woman of perplexing colours and shapely legs - were the boy slightly older his eyes ought to be hungrily wandering her flesh, though his innocence as a two year old remained and his eyes stayed affixed upon her peach-coloured irises.
"Name of you be?" He asked her, feeling as though he had in fact spotted her in these lands before. "Damascus I am" He would then introduce, bowing his head as he did so.
