- 32nd of Fall, 509 AV -
"Psst. Dream. Wake up." Heavy eyelids complained to perceptive ears in hopes that the they would stop listening to the soft whisper invading tonight's sleep. "Uhhn" was all that escaped the youth's lips. They too, sided with the rest of his body in disapproving of Jabari's sense of sound.
"Come on now, none of that. Remember your promise." Muffled words attempted to find the Vantha in his slumbering state. What did she say? Conscious and unconscious portions of his psyche debated over what words were actually heard. A belly anxious to break it's fast chimed in on the matter assuring all parties that it had understood her just fine. "Pancakes?"
"Promise!" Mystery hands rocked the boy's body back and forth in an attempt to wake the child from slumber. Elsewhere, a pirate Jabari stood aboard a swaying ship made of pancakes sailing across a sea of syrup. He looked to a blurry crew and called out. "Men, more pancakes!"
"Oh for Caiyha's sake!" A loud thumping sound accompanied the outcry, as the adopted son of The White Isle was shoved forcefully out of bed. The impact of the floor below brought him to the present, albeit a bit discombobulated. Waking senses attempted to adjust as a soft but firm female voice broke the silence. "Where are you?"
"What?" He knew this question. It sounded so familiar. It was important to know the answer, but why? Clouded thoughts tried to recall the reason. As if to help in it's recollection, the voice repeated "Where are you?" I know that voice... Niva? The mental fog began to dissipate and memories returned.
"Home. Mura. Konti Isle. The Sebakem Ocean. Mizahar."
Location. It was one of the most important pieces of information one should obtain when surviving in the wilderness. It was also the very first inquiry Niva made all those days ago when Jabari had agreed to learn from her. Ever since, and without fail, she would politely challenge at the start of each new lesson 'where are you?' It had become somewhat of a reflex by this point to respond with his whereabouts, starting with the smallest detail and working his reply outwards.
"Good. Get dressed."