A video file titled "The world at large"
The distant bleating of lambs and sheep alike, the silent singing of wind chimes. The life slowly fading from the outside, sun peeking over the clouds, observing her lovely world.
Annas observed the injured body in front of him, directly in front of her porch. The grass was stained in blood, and the figure was barely breathing.
A sigh of disappointment was the only noise that'd escaped her throat as he shrugged his shawl off, bending down to scoop them up.
Not disappointment at them, of course not. Never. At him. But he couldn't exactly do anything, so she'd lay the unconscious figure atop a freshly cleaned blanket and a warm couch, placing a gentle, thin one atop of them as well. It could get cold without ones wool.
That was.. give or take, half an hour ago. They think. Now she ate a granola bar, leaned back in a wooden, cushioned rocking chair. Waiting for them to wake up.
Kalei woke, blinking their eyes sluggishly. Their head hurt terribly, a pulsing force that gripped their skull and pulled their muscles. Their leg was sore as well, heavy and uncomfortably warm. But the rest of them felt fine. Perhaps even good. A soft, floral scent surrounded them, and Kalei's fingers dug into whatever was laying heavily above them. It was a blanket? A blanket. Thin, but soft and smooth, giving them just enough pressure to feel- well- real.
It was warm under there. Kalei could've burrowed deeper into the feeling, let it consume them, but wait- they weren't supposed to be on a warm couch. They were on the grass, weren't they? They forced their eyes open to see a field.
A field? That wasn't- no. Farm animals of some sort (lambs and sheep, Kalei, come on now) chewed on the grass. The sun wasn't as bright as it was in Kalei's memory (turning their head to the left, despite better judgment saying to run-), and neither Ray nor anyone else they recognized was immediately within sight.
Slowly, Kalei forced themself up to their elbows, looking around. With a heavy head, they ended up finding- "Annas?" Kalei weakly called. "I'm not dying this time either, right?"
The slightest huff of amusement was given as he stood, walking over to them and crouching down. "Hi, sweetheart." Her voice was calm and kind as he sat down next to them, staring at the sunset with an ever-present smile. This one seemed a bit strained, but when was it not, honestly?
"If you were dying, you'd be seeing two very different people right now." He stated and stayed, turning her head to look over. "How're you feeling?"
The question was kind. But it was odd. She knew how they felt, he saw their sheep laid in the field, surrounded by the others as they bled. As they died. So he carried their somewhere nicer, somewhere quieter.
Right. Annas had said that last time as well. They forced themself to swallow, gathering enough strength to speak again. "ā¦sore," Kalei said. "But it's warm here."
Where was here? Did they want to ask? Maybe not. That sounded like a lot of thinking to do with a headache this terrible. "Are you okay?" they drawled. Annas seemed a little bit tense, or perhaps that could just be their own unsteady brain influencing what they saw.
"As well as I can be with my blessing, sweetheart. I was simplyā¦" She seemed to struggle with getting the words out, as if forcing a person through prison bars.
As if forcing a sheep into a position they don't want to be in. He repeated the first part, being 'wo', multiple times, as if stuttering.
But it wasn't stuttering. God, she wished it was.
"..wwworried. WORRIED." A triumphant tone took hold of his voice before she returned to speaking calmly. "About you."
Did Annas have a stutter? They hadn't noticed at all before, but they knew stutters sometimes presented more obviously during times of stress. Kalei hummed quietly. "I⦠I don't know if I'm okay. I think I will be. I hope so."
As okay as they could be with howeveer much damage was done to their head and leg. God, Kalei hoped Emery made it out okay⦠tears prickled their eyes at the reminder. Emery. He could be stuck with that bastard- that lethal bastard, apparently.
They turned their face into the couch and pressed into it, focusing on the blanket and cushion more than their own fear.
She scooted over in the slightest, gently running a hand through their hair. Scratching the scalp, fingers gently tangling before being removed as if nothing had happened. "Oh, my poor Kalei⦠they've put you through so much. It is quite cruel to you. I might just talk to it about this."
She'd get in trouble for that. Everyone knows this, even if they didn't realize it at first.
The hand in their hair felt nice. Kalei's shoulders loosened at the contact, however fleeting. They turned enough to ask, "ā¦it? What?"
Annas was such a kind soul. A hard to understand kind soul, but a kind soul all the same. Even despite hardly knowing her, Kalei found it hard not to trust him. Not when she comforted Kalei so sweetly, held them so gently.
"Don't worry about it, honey. I'm just talking to myself." She met their gaze with a patient smile, and it seemed much more real. He was calmer. Happier. Their lamb was here, was ok. Everything would be alright. Hopefully.
Hmm. Normally, Kalei would push, but-
They didn't feel up to it. Kalei pulled the blanket up to their chin but tried to prop themselves in more of a sitting position. A groan slipped from their lips as the pressure in their head increased, but that didn't matter. Annas deserved a proper conversation, didn't she?
"Hhhā¦" Kalei slurred. "Hi. Sorry, I'm a bit⦠out of it. Thank you ff-ffor being here."
"Hello, Kaleidoscope." He said the name so kindly, as if it wasn't a cursed being and was instead someone worthy of love. Someone worthy of everything. Because they were. If not to others, to her.
Annas stood, sitting down next to them on the couch. The rocking chair wasn't there anymore, but she didn't pay any mind to that. "You're allowed to rest. I'll always be here, you know this."
"C-can you call me Kalei?" Without even meaning to, they started to lean towards Annas. Something about them⦠they hated to be alone again. Feeling cold, especially feeling cold and wet, it made them feel sick. But warmth? Connection? Pressure? That was how they stayed grounded in reality.
Er. In the present moment. This wasn't real, was it? Not really real, anyway. It just⦠was. "Sorry I've never⦠called before. Been busy."
"Of course I can. You just have to ask, Kalei." She seemed happier. He was happier. He leaned his head against theirs, seeming to shrink to be more appropriately-sized in seconds. What was once a scarily tall being was now more⦠human. More inviting. Softer, kinder.
A perk of changing your appearance at will, he supposed.
"Aaah, don't worry about that. I have been too, of course."
The odd size of the shepherd hadn't even occurred to Kalei until it was remedied. Oh, well. What an odd thing, but⦠hm. They shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders, and allowing themself to fully lean against the shepherd.
Kalei took a deep breath in and out. "I hope I get to see Fia and Kat again," they said.
A hum, as if considering their next words. "ā¦I hope so too, little lamb."
Not many words were needed, honestly. She watched the sunset, eyes tired from days of walking. There was not much rest for the Shepherd, but every once in a while, he would let himself. Mostly with Rotary, but nobody needed to know that.
They were physically tired, but mentally grasping desperately at this odd awareness. Chasing dreams was something Kalei was used to. Dream gods, dream worlds⦠dreamed futures.
At least Annas was steady to lean against, calm. The rise and fall of her chest forced Kaleiās own breathing into a steady pace.
It was hard to say how long they sat. Maybe it was only a minute. Maybe it was much longer. But- āWhy do you help?ā Kalei asked. āIs it kind- kind- kindness?ā
"It's because I love. I love so much it hurts, so I put it into helping others. I put it into my work, into my herding. I memorize everyone's names. I remember yours, those you love, those you hate." A pause.
"That," a small giggle. "And because it is my job to help."
Oh. Kalei wasnāt sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. āDoes it make you happy?ā They asked.
A shrug. A shrug and a contemplative hum. "I'm not too sure, honestly. I never put much thought into that aspect, but I suppose it does."
Not putting thought into if your job made you happy was crippling realistic for a shepherd who tended the sheep of life, Kalei thought. It also made them hope this, right here, was making Annas happy.
Their eyelids felt heavy.
"You can sleep if you need to, sweetheart. I'll most likely be here when you wake up. And if I'm not, you know how to get to me."
She began to thread fingers through their hair once more, quietly humming their usual tune.
Unable to resist the temptation of sleep, Kalei's eyelids drifted shut. They sighed softly at the fingers twisting in their hair, and felt the world slip away from them.