“Hey Courser!”

“Are you sure it’s a Courser? It looks more like a pony…”

“Nah it looks like a rabbit!”

“A rabbit? That’s definitely just a little bunny.”

“A teeny, weeny, little bunny.”

Turning toward the sound, Moss cocked their head as the imps came into view. They hung like a chorus of adorably horrible primates from a series of rocky outcroppings above a passageway Moss and Logue had been set to pass right by.

The older Courser nudged Moss with his shoulder in a friendly kind of way, shaking his head, merely amused by the antics on the dungeon’s most annoying denizens. “Just ignore them, they like it when they get a reaction.” Logue moved to continue on, not wanting to subject his young charge to their insults any longer, but Moss didn’t follow.

Instead, they stepped forward, stretching their neck as long as possible to peer up at the cacophony of imps, big, furred ears flicking. “I think you’re right…” They mused… consideringly. Entirely unoffended.

Turning to look behind them, Moss flicked their tail. They supposed it did look rather like a bunny tail.

“Hey! Ain’t they supposed to stick up? You got a defective tail, should ask for a refund.”

“Yeah! I’ve seen you with your little colony too. You sure you’re related?”

“Hmmm. Pretty sure?” Moss asked the question with a tilt of their head. Not entirely sure what it meant or how they were supposed to answer. They were family. What did ‘related’ even matter anyway?

“Ain’t got that white rump like the others.”

“No… I suppose I don’t!” Moss said happily, nodding as if that explained everything. They supposed they would look rather less like Moss if they did. But they still weren’t sure what any of that had to do with being related. “Delano and I are twins!” They added helpfully, in case that would clarify the imps’ confusion. Just trying to be helpful, ya know.

“Foal!” Logue called from ahead, his voice echoing down the passageway.

“Okay! It was nice talking to you! See you!” Moss said, his droopy little tail wagging slightly as he pranced off to follow Logue.

“This place is neat,” Moss said happily, nudging Logue with his head as they arrived. The professional dungeon diver looked down at them with a bemused expression, but shook his head with a huffed laughed, continuing on. “Thanks for coming with me, Logue.” As if Moss (or someone there abouts) hadn’t paid for him to do so.