Small fingers twisted into Caiside's hair, the arm around his throat perhaps growing annoyingly taught.
The sounds of leaves and running feet suddenly increased, as if the 3-5 strange creatures had doubled—tripled!—a herd of small voices all encouraging the once-god onward through the trees. Ahead more light seemed to shine through as if they were suddenly coming upon some sort of clearing.
"Will you do anything?" The small voice whispered mischievously, hands tightening around Caiside's throat in earnest now, the grubby fingers not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, but certainly to awaken whatever animalistic senses the not-god had.
"Chase us, Caiside!" they continued to call from ahead and behind, and as they raced, the trees suddenly gave way to the drop. There was hardly much time to react.
"Jump Caiside, jump!" They called and their stampeding feet ceased to make any noise, as though ahead seemingly did just that. Those behind shoved forward, grabbing at his clothes to encourage him forward as they too leaped off the cliff.
"Jump Caiside." The voice whispered against his ear.
