Right before their eyes, the jibba indeed shifted into a prattipoka, with the red butt.
“Oh, God of Fire!” Satis whispered. How did Fireon guess?
She met the insect halfway and grabbed its wing by her shielded hand. Fireon, in the meantime, already held her other hand and was about to use his transport magic. However, it did not work.
“Dro’cha! We can’t transport back to Kinnacia!” he announced. He urged Satis to run with him, holding her by the hand, while their companions quickly followed.
The jibba changed into their alter form and shrieked. They followed the Kinnacians fast.
“We’ve been running around in circles!” Satis observed, glancing at Fireon beside her. Her one hand still held the screaming prattipoka. It squirmed from her hold, but she tightened her grip on it. She didn’t
