faithless, faceless- child at border

Had it had been a happy visit, Piers would have gladly been up in his father's business, hiding against him, trying to regain his sense of humanity. Unfortionatly, it wasn't, and Piers thanked Astiar as he managed to get himself on the ground. Kydobi was pressing against him, asking a million questions a minute. At least, that's what it felt like. Okay was a relative term. "I'm.. not." He said, exhaling. The scent of sickness, the burning of his fur, it was indicative that he was really, really not okay.

As he was tugged in, he exhaled in relief, pressing in against his father. Ocean blue's flickered towards the crowd, then back in against his father, ears pressing against his head. Shyness was one quality that Piers rarely showed, but it seemed rather appropriate now, especially since Piers was sickly and weak. He felt safe against his father, but in front of that stranger at the border without Astiar there, he felt naked and alone. "There's.. something wrong. The.. the metal.." He flinched as he said that word, turning his head back in against his father's chest, unable to continue.

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