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[indent][b]N[/b]owe flung his eyes open and was threatened by a white light that was neither blinding nor harsh. In fact, it was soft and easy, comforting and yet, in a dangerous sense, disconcerting. The next feeling he took note of was that of tears flowing against his face. He wondered why he had been crying, whether if it was due to his father or to something unforeseen. At the moment, it was impossible for him to recall. 

Nowe let out a long sigh, which felt and sounded far too close. [color=lightblue][i]Am I wearing a mask?[/i][/color] He touched his face gingerly. [color=lightblue][i]I'am. I wonder why though?[/i][/color] At the same time he had asked the question to himself, he figured it was important.

When other voices had begun to fill his silence, Nowe had decided to stay laying down. Beneath his mask, he was sure no one would know he was awake. This allowed him to collect what mattered the most at the moment; information. He remained still, disguising his earlier motion as meaningless shuffling. As if he was beginning to rouse but not quite ready.

[color=lightblue][i]Witchelny, huh? Sounds made up,[/i][/color] he had decided. 

Nowe had allowed himself an instant of recollection. He believed he had heard a girl's voice earlier, one other before the ethereal echo of explanation. If she was alone... Nowe sat up suddenly, his body unbidden but casually with natural, honed, confidence. His hand pushed against the stale cot, the other comforted the abrasive headache through his teal locks. [color=lightblue][b]"Witchenly, you say? Is this white-space Witchenly? or is this some pocket dimension who've created?"[/b][/color] he wondered.[/indent]