[ It’s a lot easier to hunt for the Effigy’s objects when you can fly.
Amos has had a couple of days now to get used to the wings — styled after those of a black witch moth — that have sprouted from his back; a couple of days to get used to the sensation of being able to move in all directions when in mid-air, as opposed to the simplistic up-and-down his control over gravity gives him. Not like he’s an expert or anything, but at least he can cover more ground this way.
Air.
Whatever.
It’s unfortunate that there’s just so much ground to cover, though. Way more than could be reasonably expected when they’re this small. And yeah, yeah, teamwork and all that, but… still.
At least he can search higher ground now, flit from tree to tree in search of good vantage points. Supplies to make sure they can ride this entire thing out. An object, if he’s lucky—
It’s a little branch he’s perched on, not too high off of the ground, when he spots something glinting from the tree across from him. His eyes narrow as he starts to take off towards it, slowly but steadily rising higher into the air as he approaches a spider’s web — and something shiny held within it.
Is that what he thinks it is… And is this his lucky day, with nobody else around to take it from him?
(That’d be a no on both counts, but he doesn’t know that just yet.) ]
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Amos has had a couple of days now to get used to the wings — styled after those of a black witch moth — that have sprouted from his back; a couple of days to get used to the sensation of being able to move in all directions when in mid-air, as opposed to the simplistic up-and-down his control over gravity gives him. Not like he’s an expert or anything, but at least he can cover more ground this way.
Air.
Whatever.
It’s unfortunate that there’s just so much ground to cover, though. Way more than could be reasonably expected when they’re this small. And yeah, yeah, teamwork and all that, but… still.
At least he can search higher ground now, flit from tree to tree in search of good vantage points. Supplies to make sure they can ride this entire thing out. An object, if he’s lucky—
It’s a little branch he’s perched on, not too high off of the ground, when he spots something glinting from the tree across from him. His eyes narrow as he starts to take off towards it, slowly but steadily rising higher into the air as he approaches a spider’s web — and something shiny held within it.
Is that what he thinks it is… And is this his lucky day, with nobody else around to take it from him?
(That’d be a no on both counts, but he doesn’t know that just yet.) ]