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sealieLike a yawing ship, Jim's reality took a sudden compass change.
The ground under his feet was spongy. Cold wind, wet and unfettered chilled his skin. Weight hung around his body in a foreign embrace. The defused light was wrong, no longer reaching out from a low wat bulb, but everywhere around him.
He stood on a hillside, surrounded in green. It was flatter than Western washington without the evergreens.
Unwillingly, like a child that didn't know where to begin, his mind flooded with an endless parade of new information to process, Jim looked around in bewilderment. He raised a hand to his head, fingers meeting a metal helmet. My god, it had a cheek flaps and a band of long bristles on top. His other hand held an enormous shield.
He took a step in the high grass.
Sentinel abilities reported in, giving him an odd comfort of familiarity. He knew what this felt like. He could see for miles. Low ground fog explained the cold.
Voices. Distant voices. Not english either, but he understood them.
Clasping his shield with ease, he walked toward the sounds of men and crested a low hill.
A stone city came into view. Jim stopped and gawked.
Where the hell was he?
Where was Blair?
The ground under his feet was spongy. Cold wind, wet and unfettered chilled his skin. Weight hung around his body in a foreign embrace. The defused light was wrong, no longer reaching out from a low wat bulb, but everywhere around him.
He stood on a hillside, surrounded in green. It was flatter than Western washington without the evergreens.
Unwillingly, like a child that didn't know where to begin, his mind flooded with an endless parade of new information to process, Jim looked around in bewilderment. He raised a hand to his head, fingers meeting a metal helmet. My god, it had a cheek flaps and a band of long bristles on top. His other hand held an enormous shield.
He took a step in the high grass.
Sentinel abilities reported in, giving him an odd comfort of familiarity. He knew what this felt like. He could see for miles. Low ground fog explained the cold.
Voices. Distant voices. Not english either, but he understood them.
Clasping his shield with ease, he walked toward the sounds of men and crested a low hill.
A stone city came into view. Jim stopped and gawked.
Where the hell was he?
Where was Blair?
