[If they pull or tug, Ammy seems not to care - better they do and secure themselves and their cargo than fall off or drop anything (or anyone). Once Chara has seated themselves and secured the pot filled with the cubs, she nods her head and throws herself into a run. The trailing flowers behind her perhaps the last this dying island will grow before it plummets into the sea with its destroyed deity.
Ten minutes is more than enough, though the terrain tries its best to slow her down. Fallen trees, fissures in the earth, and the stray animal - or its body - thrown into her path. Ammy has to be careful not to go at full speed, either, otherwise she threatens to lose her cargo... Hopefully neither human nor beast complains too much about a bumpy ride - there's precious little she can do about it. A swift escape comes with a few twists and turns.
The mana pool is in sight, and she barks to inform the child on her back. She can head right in, or stop and them them all off. There's nothing left to do on this island, other than pray for it.]
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Ten minutes is more than enough, though the terrain tries its best to slow her down. Fallen trees, fissures in the earth, and the stray animal - or its body - thrown into her path. Ammy has to be careful not to go at full speed, either, otherwise she threatens to lose her cargo... Hopefully neither human nor beast complains too much about a bumpy ride - there's precious little she can do about it. A swift escape comes with a few twists and turns.
The mana pool is in sight, and she barks to inform the child on her back. She can head right in, or stop and them them all off. There's nothing left to do on this island, other than pray for it.]