Green Labyrinth
 YOU'VE GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER
ALWAYS TRYING TO GET OUT AND UNDER
The hobbit had spoken to nothing and no one since his entry through the rift, and he was quite certain that he was alone in these jungles. It was only until he found the courage to fly above the protection of the canopy (he remained convinced that above the canopy there would be dragon sky battles or something of the sort) that the halfling finally scouted in whatever direction the wind took him - this time blowing him like a leaf in a westerly direction. Keenly holding onto his bone slingshot between his blistered jaws Pippigrin had watched over the hills and dales for any signs of life, and he was only moments way from giving up when he caught the boom of a familiar voice wafting from the bamboo below. Mister Volterra! Collecting his wings against his side, the minuscule pegasus pressed forward against the constraints of time around him and began to dive bomb down with an unlikely amount of precision toward the canopy, only stopping to lightly flutter through a gap in the trees (that was the scariest bit). Finding himself in a dark, empty glade, Pippigrin gave a snorting hoot in the direction of where he heard the voice... no, voices. There were more! Allowing wind and speed to thrust himforward, Pippigrin shot through the trees in the blink of an eye - a second later, arriving at Volterras side with a mouthful of words. "MISTER VOLTERRA SIR!" Pippin tooted, aiming to thrust his boil-laden muzzle into the direct vicinity of the former Sultan's. "I looked EVERYWHERE for you!" - a lie, truthbetold; he had actually just sat in tree tops and sobbed. KEEP DRAGGING YOUR BODY THROUGH LIFE BY THE HAIR
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screams at @Volterra
(Pippin also uses his speedy magic and shoots over to volterra in the blink of an eye - 'May move intermittently at speeds invisible to the naked eye.')
