[ Emmet hastily lunges forward when Ingo starts to fall, of course he does, but he's not quick enough for his claws to close around anything more than empty air as the trailing ends of his words pick up into a sharp yelp, a whine through the click of his teeth as his mouth audibly snaps shut on the final word.
The rushed movement means he overbalances, of course, but he's prepared for that, a split second's forewarning about the cliff's edge still counts— his shadow stretches, and as he goes over the edge as well Emmet lets go of whatever innate instinct it is that keeps him in a mostly tangible, solid form, slipping into the myriad shadows across the cliff face and forest floor. Not here, not here, he needs to be down there—
It's not that far a distance, it turns out. A puddle of intent dark darts its way across the heavily shaded bottom of the drop-off and then back. Can barely see anything in this mist... ]
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[ Emmet hastily lunges forward when Ingo starts to fall, of course he does, but he's not quick enough for his claws to close around anything more than empty air as the trailing ends of his words pick up into a sharp yelp, a whine through the click of his teeth as his mouth audibly snaps shut on the final word.
The rushed movement means he overbalances, of course, but he's prepared for that, a split second's forewarning about the cliff's edge still counts— his shadow stretches, and as he goes over the edge as well Emmet lets go of whatever innate instinct it is that keeps him in a mostly tangible, solid form, slipping into the myriad shadows across the cliff face and forest floor. Not here, not here, he needs to be down there—
It's not that far a distance, it turns out. A puddle of intent dark darts its way across the heavily shaded bottom of the drop-off and then back. Can barely see anything in this mist... ]
Ingo? Ingo, are you— how are you doing?