[ Somehow, in some way, the higgledy born literally out of Roland's heart understands the struggle brewing within the younger. The cheer in his higgledy voice morphs into something Inigo will find more familiar - as if higgledies could get serious, Rannygazoo does, halting in his steps to look at Inigo.
He senses it. The need to return. The seriousness of it. The way Roland would read a room and react to it as timely as anyone could. So Rannygazoo's hiig. is low, not as high-pitched or energetic. Jumblie only follows suit, moving about as if she's waiting for him to make a decision. And the higgledy does. ]
'Higgle. Do you want to return to his side faster? Hiig, hiig. Then let us away. I will hold you.'
[ It seems Rannygazoo has taken Inigo's wish as a command. So he glows bright, little higgledy helpers as milky white as him popping into existence before getting reabsorbed into his body, before he disappears completely in the flashing light.
What comes next, is a marvel.
A shadow begins to loom over Inigo. Where there was once a small higgledy no taller than his calves, now stands an almost six feet tall higgledy decked in armor, square and blocky with a cape that billows and a giant sword in one hand - one that could be described as typically cartoonish - and in the other, a round shield that covers almost half its width. The face of a higgledy mounts its helmet like an actual moving expression, and on its head, a feathered crown.
Rannygazoo no longer speaks, instead echoing loud and deep hiiigs! piggle!' before he knees in this form, offering the breadth of his back for Inigo to mount. ]
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He senses it. The need to return. The seriousness of it. The way Roland would read a room and react to it as timely as anyone could. So Rannygazoo's hiig. is low, not as high-pitched or energetic. Jumblie only follows suit, moving about as if she's waiting for him to make a decision. And the higgledy does. ]
'Higgle. Do you want to return to his side faster? Hiig, hiig. Then let us away. I will hold you.'
[ It seems Rannygazoo has taken Inigo's wish as a command. So he glows bright, little higgledy helpers as milky white as him popping into existence before getting reabsorbed into his body, before he disappears completely in the flashing light.
What comes next, is a marvel.
A shadow begins to loom over Inigo. Where there was once a small higgledy no taller than his calves, now stands an almost six feet tall higgledy decked in armor, square and blocky with a cape that billows and a giant sword in one hand - one that could be described as typically cartoonish - and in the other, a round shield that covers almost half its width. The face of a higgledy mounts its helmet like an actual moving expression, and on its head, a feathered crown.
Rannygazoo no longer speaks, instead echoing loud and deep hiiigs! piggle!' before he knees in this form, offering the breadth of his back for Inigo to mount. ]