someone used to cradle them | joining

The world had not been kind to the acolyte when she first arrived at the Pitt's border. In fact, the world seemed to laugh at her as her father left the child alone. But there was little the child could do aside from wander further in. That's how they managed into the Pitt. There, they made friends. Family. Then it was torn from them. Their body changed, a new being came to be. Now, things were slowly winding down, it seemed. Kold was back in their body.

Awkward legs moved in slow movements, similar to a young child. Words became stuttered and cut, rearranged in odd, quiet voice. If they pushed themselves, they could speak regularly and walk normally. But energy. Sweet, precious energy.

Walking the desert became habit. It cleared their mind, and at night they knew no cold. As the acolyte wandered and stumbled, they spotted Tobi at the borders. Memories appeared, hate filled her body and warmed it gently. Slowly, they walked toward Tobi, getting close enough to speak in a quiet, distant voice, "You are at the Pitt. You.. you are unfa.. familiar to us.. ou.. our name is.. is Kold."

"Kiln Speech"+"Kold Speech"