"You're awfully worried," Tyb started, for someone who's already accepted imminent death - only, he was prevented from finishing his sentence by the feeling of his whole body being abruptly sucked in on itself and molecularly rearranged. Everything felt squished and uncomfortable, and suddenly the passageway looked a great deal vaster. Tyb peered at the stone ceiling, then dazedly down to his furry black paws.
He glanced over his shoulder, and waved his tail at himself. Hmm.
Just about everyone had told him not to touch it, but... well. At least they knew what it did?
Should we, you know, pick him up and take him along? The scaredy-cat-man was asking. Tyb mewled at that in protest, and pranced about a bit with his front paws, as if to illustrate that he could walk perfectly well still, himself. The four-legged thing might take some getting used to, admittedly.
...Not that he planned on being a cat long enough to get used to it. Merlin, they really needed magic back now.
He glanced over his shoulder, and waved his tail at himself. Hmm.
Just about everyone had told him not to touch it, but... well. At least they knew what it did?
Should we, you know, pick him up and take him along? The scaredy-cat-man was asking. Tyb mewled at that in protest, and pranced about a bit with his front paws, as if to illustrate that he could walk perfectly well still, himself. The four-legged thing might take some getting used to, admittedly.
...Not that he planned on being a cat long enough to get used to it. Merlin, they really needed magic back now.
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