How many there are Caiside cannot rightly say. More than two, less than 5? Either way, the sound seems to break apart as the group ahead diverges. Feet still fall easily on the fallen and mulched leaves, but now there are hands behind him. The laughing grows louder and suddenly one launches themselves at Caiside, small chubby (but invisible) arms wrapping happily around his neck, as legs (strangely strong) wrap around his ribs. Offering the occasional kick as if he were some pony, a cheek pressed against his and warm whispers of encouragement flowed into his ears.
"You said power right?" The voice asked, while echoes of chase us Caiside! continued.
