STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN / discovery + injured

[daniel]

He did not know the history of Goldenluxury Roux. He did not know the history of Caesar Cipher. He was too young, too detatched from the long list of names both famous and infamous that echoed in the Typhoon, the only connection he could make were the surnames that hung onto those who were still around to explain their significance, what they meant. He'd only heard the story of the pirate's fall, and the loss of her memory. He didn't know her before then, only seeing the kind woman that became the next sage, who sat and watched the fish with him. And that's all that mattered to him. 

Pretty lucky that the kid was always scouting the beach, unlucky for himself though, having to see more carnage. Albeit not as gruesome as the situations that unfolded before him at earlier times, but burns were no joke. Danny stopped dead in his tracks when he was sure he heard someone asking for help, a pathetic and meek little sound for sure. The scent of burnt fur was unpleasant, but it made sense to track it down instead of simply stand and grimace. He almost didn't recognize Goldie, taking a second to pick up on the aspects that were familiar. Those eyes were unmistakable, even for someone like himself who had only seen them so many times. She sure as hell needed some assistance, he was no medic of any sort, and calling out verbally was certainly off the table. But he could very well go with a classic signal of distress, more or less. If Danny had learned anything, it was he could certainly get everyone's attention with a bit of noise.

He regretted the fact he would have been louder if he was older, but he didn't exactly have a say in that matter. Doing what he could, Danny barked once, twice, into the unfitting stillnesss of the air, before coughing quietly a few times from the rumbling in his throat and use of a volume level he didn't really utilize often.

Perhaps he was just being panicky, or maybe it was due to the short span of time between the days, but he couldn't help but replay the image of his mother's still corpse in his back of his mind whenever he wrangled the courage to look at poor Goldenluxury, collapsed upon the sand like an over-toasted marshmallow. A sharp inhale, sharper exhale. He wouldn't be too late again, he wouldn't. He was here, actually witnessing someone that he could try to help, he was asking for guilt if he did nothing more. "I'm sorry for this, it looks like it hurts." His thought was more coherent than he could have ever been externally, gently attempting to grab hold of the caracal and pull her closer towards civilization, hoping maybe someone else could be able to help her.

// his thoughts are free for listenin'!

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