Turns out he was more exhausted than he anticipated. Virgil slowly regained his senses, the first being his hearing. Voices whispered around him, though his heightened anxiety allowed him to tune into their voices better, making their words echo around him as though they were yelling in an empty room. His sense of touch was the next thing to be gained back. The feel of grass around him and the rough sensation of bark against his back. He remembered that he had collapsed against a tree before passing out. That explained the pain he felt. Some of it anyways. The rest was most likely due to the fight that occurred just before, which was also the cause of his fatigue. Sense of smell was third, the smell of smoke wafted around him, coating the air with a thickness that slightly suffocated him. Virgil’s nose scrunched up in response to the smell. He never was a big fan of strong …show more content…
Smoke. Finally, his sight came back to him as his eyes snapped open. He rushed to his feet, his eyes scanning the area frantically, searching for the source of the smoke. His vision was fuzzy as he had just woken up. Still that didn’t deter him from his search as his gaze finally landed on the flames in the middle of his clearing. Surrounding the small bonfire sat three men who were now looking in his direction. The whispers had stopped, and the only sound was the crackling of the fire as well as the sounds of nature around him. It was then he realized that not only had he fallen asleep, but he had fallen asleep with strangers nearby. As Virgil’s form relaxed just the slightest amount, he stumbled off balance. Even after all these years, having only one wing clipped threw him off balance. Sure, it wasn’t as bad as when it first happened, he could barely stand up for 10 seconds before tumbling to the side. “Are you okay!?” Virgil’s gaze snapped to the dad guy, who was now standing up and rushing over to Virgil. Virgil who was breathing heavily and hunched over, trying to reorient