Ranulf Ilyien (ignis_quaedam) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-06-08 23:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ranulf ilyien, sabev kimyxa |
Singular (Sabev)
The night before, Ilyien retired in the room he secured for himself and Sabev. As had been their usual arrangement since before they found themselves in this strange world, Sabev took the bed; Ilyien slept in a chair drawn close to the door. The last thing Ilyien recalled was falling asleep to the feeling of Sabev's contented dreaming.
And when he opened his eyes again, it was not with the gradual awareness of myriad aching muscles, but with the immediacy of thunder. He shot to his feet on reflex, sending the chair flying behind him. He was not in the room he'd hired for himself and his companion.
This room was completely different -- very much like a restaurant, one of the places he'd learned about during his time in the new world they'd discovered. But this was different, too. Everything in black and white. The raiment he wore. The flesh of his skin. Everyone and everything around him.
These observations were taken in within the first breath he drew. The second thing he noticed was that Sabev was still nearby. He turned, looking for his companion and his charge. As long as she was well, he could manage anything else.