Lover Of The Light; Kit/Bjorn
--water, cold, air.
Instinct took over as Kit shot to the surface, gasping for breath and trying to get his bearings. Past memories and current events clashed in his mind as the old god tried to understand his situation.
This isn't important. Get to shore.
He could process thoughts later, process the why as to how he just appeared in an open body of water. There would be time to think things through and figure out the answer to all his questions. The warmth and comfort of where he remembered himself just moments ago was a harsh contrast to the cold water lapping at his face.
Weak, unfamiliar arms took him to the shore and he didn't feel relief until human toes touched the rocks at the bottom. Slowed, underwater strides took him to the shore where he collapsed against the rocks, his hands holding onto the jagged edges as if the undertow would take him to a watery grave. His eyes appraised his surroundings; completely and utterly unfamiliar. Trees were trees, rocks were rocks, clouds were clouds, but they were nothing that he could recognize as to where he was in the world ... both literally and figuratively, in this case.
Quick movement along the treeline caught his attention-- another person.
"Hey. HEY." A hoarse yell directed at the stranger. Kit wasn't able to identify if they were friend or foe ... Only one way to find out. He hauled himself to his feet, stumbling over himself those first few strides before he managed to adapt to a full run. Kit made his way over to the stranger in the hopes of getting any information about where he was. There was also the slim chance that the stranger along the shore was the person that had summoned him, either on purpose or not.
