Mathilda's cry came just in time - Ernst had been paying attention to Sylvia for the entire time that she'd been rifling through her bag. He ducked, and backed the ******** away, and suddenly - the seal just looked tired. He nodded as Sylvia began talking to it, although it was definitely not attacking their group anymore. That was a good thing, right? "We've got a camp," said Ernst. Although if it was a Chosen it probably knew that. "We're going to figure this out - turn you back." He tried to sound like he knew what he was doing: he probably would, once the people in charge were back. "And not all of us will treat you like a pet," he said, although realistically -
Realistically, Ernst was probably not going to fight Mathilda if she really wanted to keep this seal as a pet. But the seal didn't need to know that. He knelt down and - okay, yeah, he wasn't going to touch that poop. But was that a flower, in the mud? It'd almost been trampled..."It's moly," he said, eyes widening. He'd heard from some of the kids that it'd be useful - but he couldn't figure out how. Were they all just supposed to...eat it?
Glass Pomegranates
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