Panic on the streets of London

Eris hadn't been back to this region since her run-in at the pitfall. Although it had been a near disaster, it had brought her Oxide, and for that she was greatful. Today, the little shadow was out on her own. Her ferret was riding comfortably astride her neck, still recovering from its near death experience. Once it regained more use of its vocal chords, Eris hoped to learn its name, or something to call it. The little thing had been such a help since they had been brought together. The ferret made a reliable pilot, steering Eris to and fro as needed once her sight failed her as the sun went down.

As the season stretched into autumn, the days were growing shorter and her hours of visibility had begun to shrink. It was all the more important now to have such a handy companion, and she was sure their relationship would be mutually beneficial. After all, she had already saved its life.

When she heard Sota's call, she was a few kilometers away. Eris hoped that his call would last long enough for her to catch up - and it was, just barely. She had run doggedly the whole way; he had sounded distress, and she desperately wanted to help him. They had shared a special moment weathering that summer storm and Eris made a point of always being useful to her friends. When she arrived, it was breathlessly. The ferret clung to her neck and hid just out of sight, having steered her through the knotty mangrove roots with some degree of skill.

"Sota," she panted, struggling to catch her breath. Eris gathered herself and took a long drink from the stagnant waters that surrounded them. "Is everything alright? I came as quickly as I could."