[ Trahearne makes the mistake of gingerly reaching up to touch the spot where the balloon landed, and his hand comes away bright blue. As he stares at it in dismay, a feather lands square in his palm. He tries to shake it off, but it seems it's sticking to the colored water.
Ugh.
Maybe he should have just stayed home. He really isn't cut out for any of this. He is completely out of his element, and he--
Wait. None of this is true. That's just the lion talking. He is perfectly capable of handling a few monkeys, and backing out now would leave Aerith out in the proverbial cold.
His vine tail swishes in defiance, and he adjusts his grip on his scepter, trying not to let the blue splotches that now stain his weapon get to him. ]
Never mind that. I'll be fine. We cannot let them get to us. Mark the next one that doesn't belong, and I'll do my best to strike it down.
[ Those gold things were sure something. They'll probably figure it out in time. ]
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[ Trahearne makes the mistake of gingerly reaching up to touch the spot where the balloon landed, and his hand comes away bright blue. As he stares at it in dismay, a feather lands square in his palm. He tries to shake it off, but it seems it's sticking to the colored water.
Ugh.
Maybe he should have just stayed home. He really isn't cut out for any of this. He is completely out of his element, and he--
Wait. None of this is true. That's just the lion talking. He is perfectly capable of handling a few monkeys, and backing out now would leave Aerith out in the proverbial cold.
His vine tail swishes in defiance, and he adjusts his grip on his scepter, trying not to let the blue splotches that now stain his weapon get to him. ]
Never mind that. I'll be fine. We cannot let them get to us. Mark the next one that doesn't belong, and I'll do my best to strike it down.
[ Those gold things were sure something. They'll probably figure it out in time. ]