Snippet #1893147

Cheshire

He had a lot of back-tracking to do, thus he moved swiftly, defying the dull throbbing and burning sensation his body was lashing upon him. He passed from plane to plane, charging through his many portals. He was making good time. He knew where each shortcut would take him and feeling that familiar presence nearing he knew he was close. He grinned wildly, his body hyped on adrenaline. He was laughing at himself for not thinking about it sooner. Where else would the Caterpillar run off too besides one of his beloved mushrooms? He slowed his gait, and faded once more, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention. Who knew where Jabberwockey was now or how many creatures he had under his thumb? He passed through one more shortcut before landing abruptly atop a trampoline-like mushroom top. He forgot when he created that shortcut, that he used to love racing full throttle and fling himself onto the bouncy fungi. Not only was it a fun way of travel, but it also served in annoying Absolem, and that was always a plus.

He laid a few moments, letting himself bounce a bit and catch his breath. If the trio had made it he definitely didn't want to reveal himself looking haggard and out of breath. He already did that once. What kind of reputation would he have if he continued appearing in this fashion? Thus, once he regained his breath, he rolled down into the lower patch, letting the larger mushroom tops hide him. He then sat up and made himself fully visible. He overlooked himself, hoping his multitude of bloody bandages wouldn't be that conspicuous. Cautiously, he bounced from one mushroom to the next, hoping he would find Absolem's special fungi. Last time he was invited, so he wondered if it would take that again to be allowed into its sanctity. He shrugged. If all else failed and he couldn't find the mushroom, he could just keep bouncing. That always seemed to goad him out before.