Amun’s answer felt awful, felt like something angry and upset, and even if the faun didn’t die eventually, if it did starve, wasn’t trying worth more than anything else? Osozo wriggled out of the other ascendeds grip, refusing to accept it, and ran, hands out, half to try and head off any possible subterranean attacks, and half so they were ready to scoop up the metal ball with the faun in it, so they didn’t have to break their stride, didn’t have to slow.
And if they did grab it, the metal magnetized, they would turn, not willing to be still for too long, not after one attack, and sprinted back to what felt like the relative safety of the group, one hand coming out to tug Amun along as they passed by him.
Osozo runs to scoop up the faun ball, and sprints back to rejoin the group
OSOZO
I've been having the strangest dreams, baby
