A groan echoed in the space around him, almost like a wake up call. Kiyu opened his eyes to darkness before him and he rolled over onto his back as he'd been laying on his stomach. What had happened? Last he remembered he had been walking down the street of Tinker Tocker surrounded by people. Though he didn't know anyone, it was nice to be with people, nice to not be alone. Then, something happened, an explosion of sorts. Everything after that was a mess in his mind and he rubbed at his forehead with the palm of his hand.
Sitting up, he hit his head against something cold and hard and he fell back wincing. Cracking his eyes opened again, it was nothing but darkness before him and he felt his breath hitching his throat. Reaching up slowly his fingers brushed across something coldcold and rough. Stone. Over him and around him was nothing but rock. How had he been buried? More importantly, was it too deep for him to get out?
Rolling over to his side, Kiyu pressed his hands upwards against the rock. If the stones caved in on him, at least he wouldn't be crushed by them entirely with how he was situated. The rock moved slightly from his pushing against it and everything shifted with it making him pause in fear of having it all collapse down on him. His heart beat furiously in his chest as he lay there, hoping that nothing happened. When no rocks showered down on him, he pushed again and the stone shifted ever so slightly before suddenly popping out of place.
Kiyu fell forward, his arms flying through the hole in an almost comical way. With the stone gone, several other pieces fell away and then in a short rumble it all collapsed around him. He covered his head, curling into a slight ball as it all showered down around him, none of it touching him miraculously, aside from a few scraps and bumps. When everything settled again, Kiyu peered out at the devestation to find that his little hole had fallen open around him. Pieces of rock lay on him, but nothing heavy enough to crush or kill him.
He stood slowly, brushing himself off from the dust. His hands beat the pants that he wore, turning them black again as they had been gray from the rock. His cloak he pulled off and shook out in the air before putting it back on. Kiyu looked around then, noting that most everything had been destroyed. He was alone too, nothing moved to tell him that there was anyone around. He turned a full circle, hoping to find someone to keep him company as he really did not like being alone.
Nothing.
No one.
Kiyu bowed his head forward, sadness creeping into his visage. Had they all been killed in the explosion? Was he the only survivor? His heart skipped a beat as he thought about the situation. Was it... his fault? Golden eyes widened in shock, his face going slack as he stood frozen to the spot. No... no it wasn't his fault. He hadn't done anything except walk down the street! Shaking his head, he did his best to push those thoughts aside. Those were dangerous thoughts to be thinking, and he was already afraid.
He began humming a tune to himself, the noise slightly calming. The song had words to it, of course, but he couldn't recall them at that moment. Only the melody of the music rang in his head. So his sweet voice carried the tune out into the opened so that his ears could drink it in and put himself in a better state of mind. His heart stopped racing and he began to feel much better. The music grew louder as he looked up and sang the notes full on rather than just humming.
One thing was for sure though, he couldn't possibly stay where he was. There was nothing left of Tinker Tocker, and he wasn't going to get anywhere there. What he needed was a place with people, or a calmer looking place. Something with trees, and green grass. Yes, that was it. A nice meadow to relax in, to take an afternoon nap in and to sing in. With his mind set, Kiyu started out in a random direction that he thought could be west, but he wasn't sure. It was through the rubble of the city, that much he could tell. It was the way that he'd been headed before the explosion anyway, so might as well stick with it.
His song carried forward, reaching out into the emptiness as he passed by the rubble. It kept him going, and kept him in a calm state of mind too. Maybe he would get lucky and meet someone on his way to a nice meadow.