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Chime
Ochite
Where...where am I? Who...who am I?
A thick jungle canopy...sunlight streaming through a gap.
A figure...such eyes...looking at me... Darkness again.
That smell...fire...
That person...tending the fire. He shifted, attempting to stand.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you." the voice rang through his head like a bell and he collapsed again. He groaned and looked up. "Who...who are you? What...what is your name? and me...who am I?"
She turned at his voice. Those eyes... "Who I am is not important. Nor is my name. If you do not know yourself, then who you are is not important either."
He blinked and looked into her eyes. "Your...eyes..." he whispered, "They look...so sad..."
She smiled at him and reached out, putting her hand between his eyes and stroking him. The fellox closed his eyes and sighed softly, enjoying her soft strokes. "What should I call you then?" he asked her, looking up into her eyes. Such sad eyes...she has seen much.
"You can call me whatever you like." she said softly to him. He loved her voice...like a soft chime of a bell. "How about Chime?"
She chuckled softly. "Interesting choice." she said.
He looked up at her again. "What about me? I have no name." he said. She rested her hand and cocked her head. "Ochite. It means Falling, or Dissapears. Either way."