[The feathered serpent she left behind twists in the air, off balance somehow for a moment before he finds his equilibrium hanging there in midair. RGBV 'slithers' through the air toward the hole, tongue flicking rapidly in and out in distress as he turns to circle above it, looking down at where Tess has disappeared into darkness. Every so often his eyes turn to Flynn, then sharply away again in his agitation.]
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