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Temeraire is, understandably, confused. His surroundings seem to have grown to gigantic proportions, bigger even than when he was newly-hatched. He slicks his ruff back with displeasure and confusion; he wasn't even in a forest to begin with.
"Laurence?" he calls out, his voice sounding strange and high to his ears. He tucks his wings close to his body and lashes his tail like an upset cat. He doesn't know where Laurence has gone, and that's the worst thing of all. He doesn't mind being somewhere strange, but he wants Laurence with him. It's dark, and the trees are looming about him, and he's not used to being smaller than everything.
He doesn't know if he can climb trees - he's more used to uprooting them with his roars, or simply plucking them from the ground - but it seems to him like he ought to try. His talons dig into the bark, giving him purchase, and he slithers sinously up to a large bough, from where he can see more of his surroundings.
"Laurence?" he asks the darkness plaintively.
"Laurence?" he calls out, his voice sounding strange and high to his ears. He tucks his wings close to his body and lashes his tail like an upset cat. He doesn't know where Laurence has gone, and that's the worst thing of all. He doesn't mind being somewhere strange, but he wants Laurence with him. It's dark, and the trees are looming about him, and he's not used to being smaller than everything.
He doesn't know if he can climb trees - he's more used to uprooting them with his roars, or simply plucking them from the ground - but it seems to him like he ought to try. His talons dig into the bark, giving him purchase, and he slithers sinously up to a large bough, from where he can see more of his surroundings.
"Laurence?" he asks the darkness plaintively.