He doesn't notice Kyle at first. That could have something to do with the fact that, lately, Wilhelm has actively avoided paying attention as much as possible. The world's on fire — he knows. He doesn't need to be reminded by every new detail that slips into his awareness. So he ends up spending a lot of time locked in his own head. Not that things are any better there.
It's by random chance, then, that he plops himself down at the base of the same tree. He's got a broken bit of a stick in hand, with which he idly slashes at the grass around him.
Of course, honing his magic would be a more productive use of time. But he hasn't been able to call out that inner flame since...everything happened. Or rather, the thought of reaching for it makes his stomach lurch restlessly, threatening the upheaval of what little he's managed to eat.
When a soft snore from above interrupts the doom-and-gloom march of his thoughts, he startles. It may not be loud, but it's sure as hell unexpected when he assumed he was alone. The stick he'd been fidgeting with flies out of his hand and up into the branches, clattering against the trunk.
let sleeping kyles lie
It's by random chance, then, that he plops himself down at the base of the same tree. He's got a broken bit of a stick in hand, with which he idly slashes at the grass around him.
Of course, honing his magic would be a more productive use of time. But he hasn't been able to call out that inner flame since...everything happened. Or rather, the thought of reaching for it makes his stomach lurch restlessly, threatening the upheaval of what little he's managed to eat.
When a soft snore from above interrupts the doom-and-gloom march of his thoughts, he startles. It may not be loud, but it's sure as hell unexpected when he assumed he was alone. The stick he'd been fidgeting with flies out of his hand and up into the branches, clattering against the trunk.
Oops.