Alongside the quiet eagerness to witness snow, that which Ruiko had promised, Kinis was discovering that the changing seasons had other things to marvel at. It had been made entirely clear that the drying water was not meant to happen, but sometimes Kinis had to wonder if that was true; the world was changing around him so drastically that he found it hard to believe that the trees changing colour was natural, but the river disappearing was not. Which sounded the more bizarre?
It was fortunate that the change had been so gradual; Kinis still retained a very, very healthy fear of all things bright orange, hot and noisy, noisy like the crackling of brittle leaves. It had certainly given him a shock the first time he had crumpled one. Looking up, he had seen the tree in its copper glory, and had shivered. If it had not been so still, it would have been easy to believe that it was on <i>f</i>...
No, he wouldn't think of the word.
Just as quickly as his life had been altered when he was so young, his life was changing now. His family was gone, and Ruiko was all that was left. He was being taught to hunt, encouraging instincts he had so far been the victim of more than anything else. He was growing up with a dry throat and a hungry stomach in a world which was changing colour and temperature and he wanted so damn much to know why.
He feared, though, that answers would fall into one of two categories; unpleasant, or unavailable. There didn't seem to be happy solutions anymore. Ignorance was a torture to be endured.</blockquote>
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<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>