Bruno himself wasn't filled with much confidence. But he was even less confident about facing a group of angry dralites. So fleeing and invisibility it was.
Faux counted down from three, and Bruno felt a faint static tingle pass over his body. It reminded him vaguely of the feeling in the air before he started calling up a vision, but somehow less ominous. And Faux's warm hand on his shoulder almost immediately began to feel extra warm, bordering on hot, even through his clothing. There wasn't time to think about it just then though, as the screeching was too close for comfort. They had to move.
He nodded before remembering that Faux couldn't see him, though maybe he could feel some movement from his shoulder. "Right," he said quietly. "Here we go...!" and with that he started running, trusting Faux to keep up. He dodged around trees and clumps of sticky bushes, keeping the basket clutched against his chest to avoid losing its contents. Splashed across an ankle-deep stream, then ducked under a protruding branch on the other side; it wasn't much of a duck for him, but Faux would have to duck a good bit more to slip under. Fortunately he at least slowed down a bit there, a necessity due to crossing the slippery stones in the streambed but still, hopefully Faux was paying attention.
And all the while he was leading them on, Bruno was trying very hard not to think about how he couldn't actually see his feet. Because- expected or not- that was still really freaky. "Doing OK back there?", he asked over his shoulder when he got a breath to. Faux's hand was definitely feeling hot on his shoulder now, and he hoped this didn't signal something wrong with the other man.
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Faux counted down from three, and Bruno felt a faint static tingle pass over his body. It reminded him vaguely of the feeling in the air before he started calling up a vision, but somehow less ominous. And Faux's warm hand on his shoulder almost immediately began to feel extra warm, bordering on hot, even through his clothing. There wasn't time to think about it just then though, as the screeching was too close for comfort. They had to move.
He nodded before remembering that Faux couldn't see him, though maybe he could feel some movement from his shoulder. "Right," he said quietly. "Here we go...!" and with that he started running, trusting Faux to keep up. He dodged around trees and clumps of sticky bushes, keeping the basket clutched against his chest to avoid losing its contents. Splashed across an ankle-deep stream, then ducked under a protruding branch on the other side; it wasn't much of a duck for him, but Faux would have to duck a good bit more to slip under. Fortunately he at least slowed down a bit there, a necessity due to crossing the slippery stones in the streambed but still, hopefully Faux was paying attention.
And all the while he was leading them on, Bruno was trying very hard not to think about how he couldn't actually see his feet. Because- expected or not- that was still really freaky. "Doing OK back there?", he asked over his shoulder when he got a breath to. Faux's hand was definitely feeling hot on his shoulder now, and he hoped this didn't signal something wrong with the other man.