MADE A MESS AGAIN | open, joining

[jacob w.c.]

Jacob had strange dreams and visions. It wasn't something he talked about a lot, mostly because when he'd brought it up to anyone in the city they scoffed at the idea there was any weight in such things. Still, that didn't change the fact he knew what he saw. Some of it was from the fire. He smelled smoke constantly and sometimes he swore he saw flames flickering just out of the corner of his eye. When he slept, he could still hear his Pa yelling and could still see the fire consuming all that was around him. That night may have been over but his mind wouldn't let him forget it anytime soon, whether he was awake or asleep. Other times, though, there was... something else. Beings that came from a place he didn't know. Sometimes he swore it was like memories that no longer belonged to him or, when he was up in the early hours of the morning particularly, he swore he could hear voices that referred to him by another name. He didn't know what any of it was but he'd conditioned himself to ignore it all. Sometimes, though, there were voices he couldn't refuse. Voices that needed help. Sometimes he could help and other times he couldn't.

Currently, his mind was drifting to a voice that'd tried to call out to him just a few nights ago. His first night in Snowbound. It hadn't said his name but it knew it was meant for him. It was a strange sensation and he couldn't help but dwell on it and wonder what would have happened had he replied. Now, though, he heard a new voice that was certainly less mysterious in nature. Jacob made his way towards the voice as quickly as he could, his limp growing more pronounced as he tried to press onward. Finally, he arrived and allowed himself to sit and relax his bad legs. "Hello. M' name's Jacob. You're in Snowbound. Where'd ya' come from? Maybe someone 'ere could help ya' find your way back if you're lost. I can give ya' some food n' water before ya' head back out after ya' get some directions," the boy offered with a gentle smile.