Ack meeped in shock as its wings were drenched in water. With a wrustle it crashed into the grass as it lost it's flight. It began to frantically waddle away from Sedna, the meekness known to its kind at this stage showing itself as plain as day. Jones sighed, "that didn't hurt you, Ack, go back and adsorb it."

Ack looked up at her with mournful eyes before it waddled back. It would try to adsorb Sedna once more.