Definitely easy enough to identify, and have him pushing up to his feet slowly, free hand moving up above his head- and a good thing, too. His hand met the low ceiling before his head could, giving him time to adjust his rising stance to a hunch.
The blue light drifted past his fingertips, hanging in the air in front of him, illuminating a little more of the area in front of himself. Stone, looked slick judging from the glinting of the light, teeth grit for a moment. He wasn't terrible with enclosed spaces, but they always dredged up sinking feelings and memories he shoved right now. There was no smell of smoke, the air was stale and damp, but maybe it wasn't a trick of his had with the dream there was still some flow.
No risk of slow suffocating in a dream. Yet.
"Up ahead of you! Looks like some abandoned mineshaft or something from what I can make out." Be careful in his tone. This wasn't a place h really recognized himself.
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The blue light drifted past his fingertips, hanging in the air in front of him, illuminating a little more of the area in front of himself. Stone, looked slick judging from the glinting of the light, teeth grit for a moment. He wasn't terrible with enclosed spaces, but they always dredged up sinking feelings and memories he shoved right now. There was no smell of smoke, the air was stale and damp, but maybe it wasn't a trick of his had with the dream there was still some flow.
No risk of slow suffocating in a dream. Yet.
"Up ahead of you! Looks like some abandoned mineshaft or something from what I can make out." Be careful in his tone. This wasn't a place h really recognized himself.
Not good at all.