Jul 17 2015, 09:17 PM
Khloros listened, whuffling softly as the numbat patted him and spoke. He only retracted his head after Booker had finished his speech. Something was... was sharp about the word glowy, about the idea of a glowy place. He wasn't sure why. He had an instant urge to agree, to obey, to accompany Booker to this place.
"Yes," he murmured, peering down at Booker with intent and glowing eyes. "I follow."
The foal turned to look behind him, over the shattered and dripping remains of his chrysalis, and over the dark, cold tunnel that both beckoned him home, and whispered for him to leave it be. Then he looked down at the tiny thing with one bright eye that waited for him, and warmth struck him again.
The moment his subconscious revealed this to him, he repeated it, softly and matter-of-factly. "Booker isss... friend," he rasped. Then he turned, looking forward: toward the dark cave ahead, and began tottering on long and unsteady legs in the direction that Booker had come from.
It would be a long trip, and difficult for the foal, but with his new friend to guide him, what could go wrong?
((ooc -- exit Khloros))