June’s POV
“Taibo sarii…” I heard a strange voice near me, making me groan and wince as I tried to open my eyes. “waʔipʉ̆… mia…” I could hear some rustling as a cool breeze hit me, and it became more silent where I was.
“Joon… Joon.” Someone called my name near me, the voice low and strange.
“Hmmm.” I moaned, trying to sit up slowly as I blinked my eyes a few times.
“Joon… there you are. It is good to see you come back quickly.” I was able to focus my vision then a little, the room swaying around me. But as soon as I did focus; I became confused.
There was a canvas wall all around me that went up into a point, herbs and pots surrounded the base of the walls with an old Indian man sitting next to me and staring intently into my eyes. “Haa… that is it Joon. tsaatʉ̆… That is it.” He held
