It's said a little dryly, and that's all Solomon says before moving on. Not about to mention the part where it was a first-timer, after all. Puppets are puppets.
Solomon doesn't speak again until Adrien does, focussed on the shadows and not losing his grip on them. He's vaguely aware of the dog the further it goes, siphons off some magic to keep it shaped, but he isn't paying attention to what it might see, or whether he can borrow those views. Even without a power shortage, there's only so many times he can divide his attention.
"Good," Solomon mutters, a little belatedly, in response. They're working fast for only two people, but it's impossible not to catch Adrien's timer counting down. Obviously, there are limitations to his powers.
He senses the rescuers as they come into the cave--Tavimbians, he thinks; he can usually tell humans and kedan by soul by this point--but they don't really come closer. Balking, maybe. Even here, Solomon is accustomed to some degree of reticence to get close to his magic. With a whip of his hands Solomon sends a few blocks crashing into the pile behind him, and bows sardonically at the entrance.
"Don't be hesitant on my account. Most of them should be unburied enough to move."
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It's said a little dryly, and that's all Solomon says before moving on. Not about to mention the part where it was a first-timer, after all. Puppets are puppets.
Solomon doesn't speak again until Adrien does, focussed on the shadows and not losing his grip on them. He's vaguely aware of the dog the further it goes, siphons off some magic to keep it shaped, but he isn't paying attention to what it might see, or whether he can borrow those views. Even without a power shortage, there's only so many times he can divide his attention.
"Good," Solomon mutters, a little belatedly, in response. They're working fast for only two people, but it's impossible not to catch Adrien's timer counting down. Obviously, there are limitations to his powers.
He senses the rescuers as they come into the cave--Tavimbians, he thinks; he can usually tell humans and kedan by soul by this point--but they don't really come closer. Balking, maybe. Even here, Solomon is accustomed to some degree of reticence to get close to his magic. With a whip of his hands Solomon sends a few blocks crashing into the pile behind him, and bows sardonically at the entrance.
"Don't be hesitant on my account. Most of them should be unburied enough to move."