[ It's mostly a quiet journey to the Tree of Life, and Dokja drifts in and out of sleep as he rests against Eustace's back, arms loosely looped around his neck. Making the trip tonight had been the right call, because Dokja had barely had the strength left in his legs to get up from their couch. And like this, wrapped around the safe comfort of his traveling companion, it's easy to let down his guard and allow his exhaustion to knock him unconscious every now and then.
The next time Dokja jolts into wakefulness, he has to adjust his eyes to the darkness that comes with descending into the caverns of the Tree. Stifling a yawn, he raises his head to look around. It's been a while since he'd last found himself here, considering his latest death had seen revival inside of a workshop rather than the roots of the Tree. And while it's practically a trend for Dokja to die as many times as he does, he hopes not to see this place again after this.
He drops his head back down against Eustace with a short sigh. ]
Thanks, by the way.
[ It's mumbled because imagine showing gratitude like a normal human being. ]
⏭ tree of life
The next time Dokja jolts into wakefulness, he has to adjust his eyes to the darkness that comes with descending into the caverns of the Tree. Stifling a yawn, he raises his head to look around. It's been a while since he'd last found himself here, considering his latest death had seen revival inside of a workshop rather than the roots of the Tree. And while it's practically a trend for Dokja to die as many times as he does, he hopes not to see this place again after this.
He drops his head back down against Eustace with a short sigh. ]
Thanks, by the way.
[ It's mumbled because imagine showing gratitude like a normal human being. ]