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Through the Living Elan

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  1. Gem swims over to a table, grabbing some chouta and biting into it. "How are those waffles?"
  2. Kaleb looks up at the birds respectfully. "I don't know how much they'll actually do to us. It feels like they might just be trying to scare us away."
  3. Elan tied an end of the rope to his fanny pack, which was buckled over his shoulder. "I'll take the back, as a support."
  4. “Pretty exciting on the ground. You get to walk. And risk dying by any number of things.”
  5. “Exciting. I was restricted to a city.”
  6. “Because I will succeed.” Eublech said, smiling aimiably but sounding extremely grumpy. “And you will die. Or something.”
  7. “You could compare geography. Maps. Coastlines.”
  8. "Admittedly? Not sure." Elan says, immediately regretting his life choices and blushing a ton. He pulls out a new shirt, also a pink polo, from his fanny pack (it was hard to get out), and puts it on.
  9. "And you live on Earth, but most people earth. Not my special earth. Yes?"
  10. Elan stuffs his shirt in his bag once it's semi clean and then walks around flexing his beautiful abs and pecs.
  11. Elan takes off his shirt and wipes it on the grass to try and get the poop off.
  12. The Once-Author accidentally stabbed himself in the foot as he ran with his sharp object. Now, instead of running away from goblins he was hopping away while making feeble pained squeaks. This was definitely low on the Goblin-Chase rating system.
  13. Elan looked disgustedly at the dirt-covered bird poop on his shoulder. "Gross..." He said, trying to wipe it off as he stood up to follow the group. Then he wiped what he had got on his hand off onto the grass. "Ew... I need a sink..."
  14. "Uh... earth? But not your earth. It... in my language it would be Jord, the world would, yeah."
  15. “Kinda beautiful. This mountain. The sky. No light pollution, no smog, just… life.” Elan says, watching as a flock of birds flies overhead.
  16. Elan grabbed her under the arms and picked her up, letting her feet drag as he carried her a few feet, then dropped her, shaking his arms. "Not... quite as light... as a four year old..." He pants. He plops down next to her to wait.
  17. Elan turned around to look at her. "You are the worst." He says, grinning. He runs around behind her and starts pushing her up the mountain.
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