[ When Jack abruptly stops and turns, Rhy skids to a halt as well, having to step back in the same direction because he'd nearly left Jack behind. He watches, wary, trying to decide if he knows anything that would work against a goose. Mostly, he knows fire magic-- but he doesn't actually want to cook it. Maybe catch it. Or make it go to sleep or something. He does know a spell meant to calm people and make it easier to sleep, but--
Oh.
Jack's shouting profanities at the goose does the trick. Apparently. ]
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Oh.
Jack's shouting profanities at the goose does the trick. Apparently. ]
I... can't believe that worked.