[ Puck may have disappeared while his snickers echo in the forest, but he doesn't focus on that. The quicker they assemble the lantern, the better. Quickly, he adjusts his speed and catches the shard with lithe movement... Relief washes over his body as his form slacks, bringing the lantern piece up for examination under a dim ray of light.
He squints. Wait. ]
It's broken.
[ HE'S SO MAD. DID HE BREAK IT? WAS IT ALREADY BROKEN? This is Puck's fault. He doesn't care. ]
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He squints. Wait. ]
[ HE'S SO MAD. DID HE BREAK IT? WAS IT ALREADY BROKEN? This is Puck's fault. He doesn't care. ]