[ Awareness came slowly, like pulling himself up out of thick, dark syrup - sticky, clingy, a struggle with every flicker of his eyes. Sound came before anything else, a gentle rumble he recognized, but couldn't quite place. Even his ears felt clogged. His brow knit. concentrating, looking for any sort of hold to pull himself up faster.
Sound became words. Words belonging to Fenris. Yes, Fenris. He knew that voice, the cadence he used when reading. He was reading? His lashes twitched, feeling like they were glued together as he tried to work them open. He could understand full words now, a flush of quiet pride going through him to hear Fenris working through the words so well.
And then the stumble, just as he got his eyes open, the light searing. He took a breath, and when he spoke his voice was raspy, cracking from lack of use for... well, who the hell knew how long? ]
action forever;
Sound became words. Words belonging to Fenris. Yes, Fenris. He knew that voice, the cadence he used when reading. He was reading? His lashes twitched, feeling like they were glued together as he tried to work them open. He could understand full words now, a flush of quiet pride going through him to hear Fenris working through the words so well.
And then the stumble, just as he got his eyes open, the light searing. He took a breath, and when he spoke his voice was raspy, cracking from lack of use for... well, who the hell knew how long? ]
Dais. The word is dais.