Cord sat on his bed, back against the wall, staring at his feet. At how the tendons rose and fell when he moved his toes, at the shadows cast by his anklebone.
A tendril of breeze fluttered through his open window and he looked outside. The soft smell of flowers lifted a weak smile over his mouth.
A clay-colored cloth hung on his window sill, the one Allen had given him. He stared at it's folds.
"C-can I have that?"
"Have what?"
"The cloth."
"This one?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Why?" Cord stood and walked to his window. He leaned on one hand over the sill and, running the soft fabric through his fingers, lifted the cloth up to his face. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with it's fading scent.
"I dunno, t-...to remember you with."Allen's sandy laughter echoed in his ears. He could see the wrinkles at the ends of his smiling eyes.
"A cloth? Sunny, I already gave you my lute."Cord looked down at the village below, and blushed, just like he had then.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but,... this is the same color as your hair." Allen laughed again. In the clouds Cord saw him rub the cloth over his auburn curls.
"There y'go buddy. My hair."Cord placed the kerchief onto the sill and took a deep breath. Very faintly he could hear Othneilia and Kane—well, the traveller—talking out back. He looked back down at his kerchief before turning to head out the door.
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"Be tranquil, be tranquil," the Oracle said as he held out his hands.
"Perhaps letting it run its course shall be a last resort? I recommend this: take my tincture. It should lessen the effects of the curse every morning, mayhaps preventing the fur, or lessening the length of the,.... growth. Return to me tomorrow and I shall have it set for you. You say you are on your way to Arca?"
The boy nodded.
"Good, good. They shall know most of any what to do with your curse. Now," the Oracle stepped closer to Kai.
"Where do you say you come from? What Barrow did you attempt to enter? There are,.... localized differences between magicks."
The Oracle placed a gloved hand under his masked chin.
"Perhaps I know of the magicks of your home."
(OOC: sorry for having Kai nod! I can't remember your position on godmoding, but I didn't so make it seem less like the oracle was monologueing. Also if you're ready, I think this next scene should tie up the end of the visit between Kai and the Oracle)