Strayed from the Path | Giving Up

Zilke had slipped, of course he had. He didn't have any of his friends accompanying him to the parade, so it was basically a given that he would lose his balance and fall over. Heck, he couldn't even see the ground, so who knows what he even slipped on!

The sounds of the parade faded into the distance, and Zilke laid on the ground for a while. Eventually, Drish's voice chirped from above him.

"So, are we going home?" The tiny dragon asked, watching as Zilke's expression turned somewhat sour.

"I guess. It's nice like I'll know where to go if we try to keep up with the parade... to be honest, I just want to go back home and lay down." Zilke whimpered slightly as he picked himself up onto his paws again.

"Well, if you say so, Zilke." Drish honestly felt a little bad for the aqualox, but there wasn't much he could do. Sure, he usually helped out Zilke when it came to moving around or otherwise navigating the world... but he wasn't too practiced on tracking groups of loxes, or maneuvering Zilke through slippery terrain.

With how sad Zilke looked, Drish hated to admit defeat... but hey, maybe they'd be able to walk with the parade next year.