The glowing sphere turns loops and corkscrews in the air, straining at the edge of the thicket like an eager dog on a leash.
“Can we keep it?” Fassn asks.
“Well do you promise to take care of it, clean up after it? Having a glowing sphere is a big responsibility,” Shyan says.
“Certainly is a pushy little thing, isn’t it?” Cang asks, watching it struggle at the thicket’s edge. It quickly circles his head then returns to its position.
“Maybe we should actually follow it,” Shyan says. “It showed you those jewels, right?”
“Well, I liberated them,” Cang says, defensively.
Shyan shrugs. “Good enough for me. Little ball of light, let’s see what you’ve got.”