Glassy Sky - You're Born for Me -

Fragment No. 2

A/N : I'm getting better and my hubby works on his own task in another room, so I can post this. Ufufu.. A few of these chapters will be filled with fillers until the main (KongArhit) story, na. ^^

****

..who?

Who is it?

He could feel himself floating. His consciousness returning.

In the darkness he can hear someone crying.

The water ripples. The voice echoing inside his head. He feels like he should know who the voice is.

He feels the need to protect him.

Kongphob opened his eyes. The opaque ceiling staring back at him. His body surfacing in the green translucent water. He raises his body, standing in the middle of it.

His mind is still blank. He combed his hear, drying it as he walks to the edge of the pool. Climbing the stairs, he exit the healing pool and watch as the closed door not far from him opened. There, a female servant bow to him, offering him a large towel.

He covers his nude body with the offering towel, looking around the new room he was at.

"You're awake, Neeramphorn." A voice came from his left. A woman, with graceful appearance, wearing a fully-embroidered kimono-like dress, a standard uniform for a priestess. Her long dark blue wavy hair swaying as she walks. An Opal like him, the highest rank in water clan. The embroidery indicate that she was the high priestess, the highest position in this embassy.

"High priestess." Kong bows, placing his left hand to his right chest and bows, the formal posture from Itzel.

"Please, call me Maprang." She smiles, signaling him to sit near him. She also signaled another servant to give him some clothes.

"Then I also insist for you to call me Kongphob." He replied, showing a courtesy.

"Aw, Neeramphorn. I'm a bit too old to call you with only as Kongphob. I feel like I'm a lot younger if I have to call you that." The high priestess cover her mouth with her long-sleeves covered hand.

"You're still young, Maprang." Kong said politely. The high priestess seems happy to hear that. Truthfully, she was already more than 175 years old. The new priestess already came for training to anticipate her demise.

"Let me see your wound, Khun Kongphob." Maprang relents and asked him. He let the towel falls, showing his body to be inspected.

"..as I thought. Only your wounds are healed. You shouldn't be awake for at least two more years, Khun." Maprang confirms his suspicion. He nodded.

"Your core is still exhausted. What could possibly force you awake?" she frown in concerns. Kongphob smiles.

"A crying voice." He replied.

"A.. crying voice?" she repeat puzzled.

"Yes. My imprint." He simply said. Maprang's eyes widened. Her eyes became gentler. She opens her hands wide, and bow gracefully.

"Congratulation, Neeramphorn. May the sea flourishing and the plants blooming inside your heart." She congratulates him heartily. Finding your imprint is a big deal, and everyone will congratulate you for it.

"Thanks."

"It must be the boy who treated your wound with first aid." She states. Kongphob, who received the clothes from the servant nodded.

"His name is Arthit." He informs.

"I see. Do you need help to find him?" Maprang asked after he finished changing.