there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
For Jack's part, the sneeze had been genuine too, though whether it's caused by the cold air or by the Disney palette of Flora's thoughts is still up for debate. Either way, he blinks back into focus as she turns around, glancing to the space where the fox had once been and nodding. "I think it appreciated your choice of rings," he agrees, burying his hands in his pockets and almost expecting that to be it for their adventure out in the Hollow Forest.
More fool Jack, of course, because no sooner is he about to suggest they go back when Flora is urging him onward, the captain's feet crunching steadily across the hard-packed ground as he gestures for her to lead the way. A tracker Jack is not, and given that they may as well be an eternity away (read: more than 40ft) from his ship and the people on it, the silence around them is absolute and only broken by the stream of Flora's consciousness.
"What're you expectin' to find?" he wonders. "A den? Fox kits?"
More fool Jack, of course, because no sooner is he about to suggest they go back when Flora is urging him onward, the captain's feet crunching steadily across the hard-packed ground as he gestures for her to lead the way. A tracker Jack is not, and given that they may as well be an eternity away (read: more than 40ft) from his ship and the people on it, the silence around them is absolute and only broken by the stream of Flora's consciousness.
"What're you expectin' to find?" he wonders. "A den? Fox kits?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
