Speaking To The Will OF The World
Mian felt a drop of liquid splash onto his face. That liquid was very cold, but also very warm. It gave off an energetic feel that he was very familiar with as it ran over him. The sensations he felt from it were very much different than what he had expected to feel when his mind initially became aware of that drop.
Long ago, back when Mian was just around eight or so, some bullies had shaved off the top of his head, getting rid of that small, tuft that usually sat atop his head. That was the first time that Mian could remember having any skin aside from his palms and the pads of his feet being bare.
The sensation he got from that drop of liquid was familiar.
'My fur!' Mian exclaimed mentally, but his body was much slower to react.
Mian slowly pried his eyes open, was was greeted by the sight of bright green leaves hanging over his face. Beams of sunlight slipped between the gaps of the leaves, but luckily, they did not shine directly into his eyes.