King and the Spirits

Pnuma's anxiety about getting lost dissipated immediately when the man offered to show him the way back to the surface, however, the underlying fear of following a stranger through an unknown place still remained. He followed obediently when told to, he would make no more progress if he stayed.

His ears pricked, trying his best to track the man's movement's in the dark. The light tapping sound of his nails hitting the stone ground was enough for him to get a basic understanding of where the man was and where he was going. Their sudden stop worried Pnuma a bit, did he do something wrong? Was he actually malicious? In preparation, he took a single step back, bracing himself to run.

He felt silly when the man only asked for his name. Worrying so much over such a small action. "My name is Pnuma. Pnuma Aadhya." He replied, also loud enough that the man would be able to know Pnuma's location, only a foot or two behind him. He didn't dare allow to much space to grow between them for fear of losing the man. "What's your name?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.