Apexus was sitting in the grass in front of the house. Its wings had been grown back to a size where their green feathers could carry the slime's whole weight into the sky. Its proverbial belly was filled to a satisfying degree, not that it would have a problem scavenging for food. Being able to eat and digest just about everything was a great trait to have, the slime realized after having observed Gizmo's limited diet.
"I wish you a safe journey," the old man said, waving with one hand. The other was gripping onto the head of his cane, quivering as more of his weight travelled through the arm than nature ever intended.
