[color=a0410d]	Woah, so that was where the second one had gotten off to after the gust![/color]

[color=lightsalmon]"The griffin seems to be agitated by the blue substance on your boot..."[/color]

[color=a0410d]	...Hmm? Ah. Odd, it wasn't glowing like that before...but they also hadn't been in an area with this much light previously either, so...

	Briefly admiring the scintillating blue under the obelisk's expansive rays, the hunchback proceeded to violently scuff it off the end of his boot, shaking the squelching fibers free of as much excess as possible; It wasn't exactly brand new, but he'd never been particularly picky about the state of his funeral attire anyway. Taking a cue from Golde, Ifor sought to maintain as neutral an expression as he possibly could before the crouched wonder...a task that required moderately more effort than he needed to breath. Pity, now his composure was broken.

	An agonized moan erupted from behind the creature, and like clockwork the moon suddenly seemed to shift in response. What brazen shadows had previously remained peeled away in retreat from their master's gaze, and -perhaps quite unfairly- the entirety of the posse was suddenly made quite clear. The old lichen wasn't even on his board anymore - in fact, Ifor couldn't help but break the faintest of smiles at the tosser writhing about in the sand, delirious in the stupor of his withdrawals. Apparently the sudden impact of the...majestic Bull-Eagle, had been more than enough to rattle the unsuspecting vanguard, causing the 'stretcher-bearers' to slip and fumble their wounded passenger into the powdery sands below...

	...That reminded him - that landing had sent up a mighty powerful spray into the air; It'd probably be best to shake off the rest of this powder in similar fashion to his  sole.[/color]

"Thaht's uh big cahtch yuh goh' there, Mhissus - shure youh cuhn handle 'im?"[color=a0410d], Ifor replied, sending the sugary crystals flying in powerful spasms of his limbs and torso.[/color]