[MisterOlds]

Thud-thud. Thud-thud. His heart rattling against his ribcage was the only sound in the forest after the Kodama had danced off into the distance. Feels like I'm alive again... He concluded after feeling a year's worth of waking slammed into him like a train. He opened his mouth to call out to something, anyone, if he was really anywhere other than just another of Nirn's worlds, and nothing came out except a dry rasp. His right hand flew to his neck as he groaned, I've never been so thirsty in my fucking life, goddamn. He sighed and winced as the air sailed through his parched throat, and sat up clumsily. His arms hadn't much time to become re-accustomed to gravity, or air even, as a result they were shaking uncontrollably. Yeah, definitely not in Nirn anymore. His eyes danced from tree to tree as his eyes turned from black eyes with fierce golden irises to the normal deep brown. The spoked wheel had lost it's ember and faded into thin air somewhere in the transition from Nirn to wherever this was.

A few minutes had passed as he regained his bearings before the sound of footsteps echoed louder, promptly shocking Brandon into a state of alertness. Well, something in the gist of it, anyways, as he was a wreck. Who was it? Avia? Yamiko? Aqua? His eyes widened as he strained to discern the author of the footsteps approaching his direction. No... His shoulders drooped a little as he exhaled in relief. It's someone else.

He stared at her with a Huh? expression on his face as she bombed him with questions, to which he slowly nodded his head. He stood up clumsily and coughed dryly, then grabbed his throat and extended his pinky outwards and the thumb towards his mouth, indicating a universal sign for drink. His throat had been parched to the point where he'd mostly lost his ability to speak.