Altius steps forward, and he thinks he hears and feels something strange—instead of the brushing of plants against his boots, there's the sense of something muddy, damp. He pauses and looks down.
There's a blur of red. His eyes follow the trail of it—more easily than his senses have allowed him the past several minutes. A familiar body lies at the end, some yards away: a young man he hasn't seen in months.]
Kurt, [he says, his voice only vaguely unsteady, but not with panic. It makes no sense, even if he feels the cold sweat at the back of his neck; even if a sinking feeling of dread locks him in place.] Do you see something over there.
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Altius steps forward, and he thinks he hears and feels something strange—instead of the brushing of plants against his boots, there's the sense of something muddy, damp. He pauses and looks down.
There's a blur of red. His eyes follow the trail of it—more easily than his senses have allowed him the past several minutes. A familiar body lies at the end, some yards away: a young man he hasn't seen in months.]
Kurt, [he says, his voice only vaguely unsteady, but not with panic. It makes no sense, even if he feels the cold sweat at the back of his neck; even if a sinking feeling of dread locks him in place.] Do you see something over there.