[What's it going to do—stand in the way and make them stub their toes? The few he's encountered have been docile enough that he's assuming it's the general nature of their kind. For being made of rock, the spriggans seem to be soft-hearted little creatures.
He gives her a flat look, clearly disapproving of that suggestion. They're supposed to be luring the creatures back to their home, not dragging them kicking and screaming.]
And leave me to juggle both an unconscious body and a panicked spriggan? Plan C, if that.
[Passing out while they're still on the job will not be helpful, Wanda. She can take a power nap after they've finished.
Their conversation catches the attention of something hiding nearby. A patch of tall grass shakes, then the bush beside it. Dark eyes and a stone-grey face peek out from below, curious but fearful.
Michael glances in its direction, then back at Wanda. Still got that bag of treats in hand?]
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He gives her a flat look, clearly disapproving of that suggestion. They're supposed to be luring the creatures back to their home, not dragging them kicking and screaming.]
And leave me to juggle both an unconscious body and a panicked spriggan? Plan C, if that.
[Passing out while they're still on the job will not be helpful, Wanda. She can take a power nap after they've finished.
Their conversation catches the attention of something hiding nearby. A patch of tall grass shakes, then the bush beside it. Dark eyes and a stone-grey face peek out from below, curious but fearful.
Michael glances in its direction, then back at Wanda. Still got that bag of treats in hand?]