"Is... Is Caido the name of your world?" he asked, lost and dazed though not as badly as he had been that first day he had arrived. "This world?" he corrected himself belatedly. He wished he'd arrived in the Greatwood instead, for at least that might have been slightly more familiar to him. Maybe. Moreso than this jungle and coastline were, at least, for someone who had never been outside a temperate zone.
He reached up to rake his hand back through his black hair, the dark tresses falling a few inches past his shoulders. Unable to go back? But... "My family is there," he begged. "My... my friends are there. Everything... my life is there. What... if I can't go back, what am I supposed to do?" He pleaded with the lovely nymph, looking to her for guidance and feeling far younger than his twenty-three years as the realization that he might be trapped here began to truly sink in in earnest.
He reached up to rake his hand back through his black hair, the dark tresses falling a few inches past his shoulders. Unable to go back? But... "My family is there," he begged. "My... my friends are there. Everything... my life is there. What... if I can't go back, what am I supposed to do?" He pleaded with the lovely nymph, looking to her for guidance and feeling far younger than his twenty-three years as the realization that he might be trapped here began to truly sink in in earnest.
