[as soon as Tek takes in the change of scenery--all the open space, enough room in the canopy to let substantial patches of light down to the flowers and grasses of the floor--he speeds up. nudging past robin and forging ahead with purpose, Tek heads for the center of the clearing as if it'd been what he'd been distantly focused on the entire time.
he doesn't notice whether Robin is following or not. he sends one or two cursory glances toward the opposite edges of the clearing as he walks out toward the middle of it, but it's probably more to judge distance than to watch for any sort of threat.
nothing else has happened yet, but the energy is already changing. the air is charging up, something invisible bending toward a breaking point, like a giant held breath beginning to suffocate. even if his eyes had been closed, Robin would have been able to tell that some big shift was seconds (at most) away from triggering.]
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he doesn't notice whether Robin is following or not. he sends one or two cursory glances toward the opposite edges of the clearing as he walks out toward the middle of it, but it's probably more to judge distance than to watch for any sort of threat.
nothing else has happened yet, but the energy is already changing. the air is charging up, something invisible bending toward a breaking point, like a giant held breath beginning to suffocate. even if his eyes had been closed, Robin would have been able to tell that some big shift was seconds (at most) away from triggering.]