“I was… one of the last to enter the Jump. Rearguard. And so I was one of the first to feel it, when the Seinan hitokiri tried to seize the power away from us. To shred the Jump, so none of us would survive. We patched it, we hitokiri who remained, though most of us died in the doing. But there was one gap left. And that one, I seized.” The swordsman looked aside. “The rest, I truly do not recall, save that there was pain and light and a desperate grasp for the fabric of this world out of the eddies of the other.” A sigh left his lips. “The next sessha remembers is waking on some very hard rocks, in a place it took a long time to learn was called the Pelagirs. Sessha was… cold. And empty. But alive.” Kenshin smiled weakly. “Sessha found shelter and water, made fire enough to warm them, and waited for the backlash headache to fade enough to see. It took many days. But then, Shishou always said sessha was too stubborn to die.”
Kerowyn tried not to stare. Dropped on my head out of a battlefield with no food, no supplies beyond what I had on me, and a blinding backlash headache. In the middle of magic-torn hills even the Tayledras don’t walk alone. I’m not sure I could have made it.
:Explains part of the scruffiness,: Sayvel observed. :But if he was in the Pelagirs – well. Someone should have noticed.:
:Several someones,: Kerowyn agreed. :Remind me to check which Clan is out there.:
“How did you talk to the Hawkbrothers?” Kaoru wondered, echoing her thoughts. “You’re not a Mindspeaker, and I know you don’t have Tayledras.”
“Sessha avoided the Hawkbrothers, that I did,” Kenshin said dryly. “Gaijin mages, coupled with outsize birds whose very ki whispered of magic in their veins? Sessha stayed very still and quiet when they were about.”
“Dropped out of a hole in the sky made by blood-magic, and they didn’t find you?” Kerowyn crossed her arms skeptically.
Kenshin didn’t quite snort. “If sessha couldn’t damp ki, I would not have lived this long, that I would not.”