spiraling downwards - joining

[arcy]

ASTER - nonbinary - "fox" - 4 months - elysium

You are not alone. Your tail(tail, singular?) thumps against the ground as you jolt to stare, wide-eyed and afraid, at the newcomer. A feline? Your ears lie flat against the back of your neck.
He looks kind.
He's talking. You blink, orienting yourself, memorizing the sounds he makes as you try and remember. You .. know what he's saying. Don't you? What is he saying?
He's offering you help. You don't know all of the words he's saying, but you know enough. You are not alone. Your breath hitches, and a strangled sound emerges from your throat. Liquid spills down your face -- you know what it is. What's it called?
Why dont you know anything? What's missing? Why are you scared, why are you alone?
You're not alone, though.
Maybe you would have nodded, if you knew what such a motion signified.
You open your mouth to try and mimic him -- you know how to, you know where it comes from. You don't have a grasp on language, yet -- where had you come from, you wonder, that you knew what he was saying, but not any of your own words?
Not a squeak comes from you. Silent as the void of space. You did it right -- you know you did. Why didn't it work? Why aren't you surprised? You feel .. disappointed, and scared, but you have been since you woke up. Your chest spasms, a sob. You stare helplessly at him.
He'll help you, he'd said.
You struggle to your paws. You'd fallen, when you were pulling the flowers out. It'd hurt -- it still hurts. It's all consuming, coating your skin like stardust, burning through your soul. You squeeze your eyes shut at the rush of star-bright pain.
You hadn't noticed, earlier, distracted by the newness and the flowers, rooted in your skin.
You wobble on your feet, uncoordinated and unsteady. Gravity pulls against you like something new, something novel. You don't belong here -- you know so little about this world, about yourself. Where did you come from? Why are you here? Your steps are shaky as you try and stumble towards Hushsound, like a new thing, still learning to walk. And maybe you are -- it certainly feels novel and new, and frightening especially.