And so Sunny winds up on the shores of the Gross Tar.
Tempting as it had been to barge ahead of threats of reality bending magic, and maybe if Sunny had less of an inhuman knack for patience, he might have thrown caution to the wind, his temper concealed behind remaining quiet and thoughtful, as ever. Water splashes and ripples beneath the sweeping path of something invisible flying down its length, like a whirling dirvish given purpose, and he materialises on cobbled, mossy ground.
His feet are bare and he is ostensibly unarmed, an innocuous presence that begins to move towards where he sensed some other predator. Sometimes, other more magical beastly things get a sense that he is bigger than he is, and that's okay too. He doesn't really want to kill anything.
And it turns out that it doesn't actually want to die.
Maybe it shares a quality with what it guards, or maybe it's simply aforementioned instinct of two predators being able to sense the exact size and shape they take up in the world. Sunny finds it, the immense canine monster standing on four paws and in his way, and he sinks into his own haunches in what amounts to a staring context, should anyone have happened across them.
It's getting to the point where Sunny is wondering if he has to eat it after all, when it finally breaks away in dignified retreat. Cool. Okay.
The looking glass is retrieved from its hiding place, and turned over in his hand. A faintly resigned smile crosses Sunny's face, before both it and he vanishes into thin air to fly in a whirlwind back for the tower. It doesn't matter, in the end. The important things hardly ever do.
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Tempting as it had been to barge ahead of threats of reality bending magic, and maybe if Sunny had less of an inhuman knack for patience, he might have thrown caution to the wind, his temper concealed behind remaining quiet and thoughtful, as ever. Water splashes and ripples beneath the sweeping path of something invisible flying down its length, like a whirling dirvish given purpose, and he materialises on cobbled, mossy ground.
His feet are bare and he is ostensibly unarmed, an innocuous presence that begins to move towards where he sensed some other predator. Sometimes, other more magical beastly things get a sense that he is bigger than he is, and that's okay too. He doesn't really want to kill anything.
And it turns out that it doesn't actually want to die.
Maybe it shares a quality with what it guards, or maybe it's simply aforementioned instinct of two predators being able to sense the exact size and shape they take up in the world. Sunny finds it, the immense canine monster standing on four paws and in his way, and he sinks into his own haunches in what amounts to a staring context, should anyone have happened across them.
It's getting to the point where Sunny is wondering if he has to eat it after all, when it finally breaks away in dignified retreat. Cool. Okay.
The looking glass is retrieved from its hiding place, and turned over in his hand. A faintly resigned smile crosses Sunny's face, before both it and he vanishes into thin air to fly in a whirlwind back for the tower. It doesn't matter, in the end. The important things hardly ever do.