"Hey there buddy," a worried yet melodic voice calls out to the gasping man on the ground. "Are you... are you okay Arthur?" The woman gently hops off her broom once she was low enough to the ground. She was lucky that she felt like flying tonight, despite the weird weather that happened hours ago.
She kneeled down next to Arthur, her golden eyes staring at him with worry decipte the gentle smile on her face. "It's a little too cold to be wondering outside... Do you want a ride home?" (msaluna)
Arthur gaze was blurry like he’d just woken up, but his body felt heavy. There was a pressure on his lungs and he couldn’t-- get enough air. He was frozen. Something was reaching for his--
He closed his eyes and the pressure was still there, but he focused. Move his fingers, move his toes. They twitched and then moved. The images in his head weren’t here. They were a dream. Somewhere further away. He wasn’t moving overland. He was fine. He wasn’t being held down.
Arthur took what tried to be steady breaths but were still really gasps to calm down. He could move his hands, then his forearms. The pressure was easing.
Then he heard a voice, and Arthur blearily opened his eyes. “Luna...?”
He hadn’t seen her in a while, but the familiarity and seeing someone was so so welcomed. Warmth rimmed his eyes for a moment until he blinked it back. He just gazed at her for a stretching moment, unmoving on the ground.
