Everyone Gangster Until Mom Shows Up

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A river. Well, it was more like a stream. It wasn't as impressive as the one he saw back in Everspring, but it was just enough to make him cautious. The little zorua hopped his way through the snow, finding it difficult to walk through the excessive amount of snow. Instead of footsteps, he left holes of snow behind him. Chance was certain to double and even triple check where he went, fearing what could happen if he were to land in the wrong spot of the river.

Despite his unusual caution, he was excited. This place was so cool! There was snow everywhere! Oooh, what if he made a fort out of the snow? That'd be wicked! His mind raced with all kinds of ideas he could carry out here. All of the mischief he could get up so. He wondered briefly if he could take some of the snow home...before realizing how stupid that was. Fortunate that nobody was here to read his mind!

...What did snow even taste like? He paused as he stared at the snow around him. Curious, he gave the snow a lick.

...

Tastes like cold. Noted.


Mirage would bet money that Chance was thinking of something stupid right then. The zoroark trailed along just far enough behind the zorua for him to not notice. She heaved a quiet sigh as she watched him struggle along. Her form was hidden underneath the magic of her illusions, making it appear as if nothing at all were there to begin with. She watched her son lick the snow and couldn't help but feel even more defeated than before she got here.

She could absolutely grab him and drag him back right then and there, but...what would that accomplish? He'd probably just run off again. She figured it'd be better to wait for him to wear himself out. With how difficult it was for him to travel through this terrain, that looked as if it might be soon...at least so she hoped.

Chance Energy: 13
Mirage Energy: 62

No, Mirage wouldn't keep the struggle going. Instead, she put a bit of her brain to work. She could see the jigglypuff port away. The fairy type enacted that same shadow-trick as before, but this time Mirage figured she'd do something about it. Her gaze tunneled in on her son and the rope beside him. While she couldn't filter out the Jigglypuff's voice, she could do away with the line that her son could reach for.

To the Jigglypuff, it seemed that Chance just looked right past the line of safety and paused to stare at Alki. He tilted his head and raised a brow, wondering what exactly the fae wanted him to grab on to. His pause and hesitation proved to be vital, as the tree's shivering and shaking grew violent. Mirage kept her focus on the illusion for her son, but she was quickly reaching his level now. Her movements were quick, even a bit careless, as branches snapped beneath her and collapsed into the snowy space below. She managed to avoid falling, but she couldn't help but fear that one wrong step from her son and he wouldn't have such fortune.

"Grab on?" Chance echoed to the jigglypuff, his own paws desperately clinging to the branch beneath him as it steadily started to creak under the exposure to his weight...