The bowtruckles were quite unhappy with the scenario and were rebelling, trying to run away from the pile and hiding in the desks books and shelves. Kaegen was currently clambering about trying to track them down, moving in his odd, smooth fashion. It was devoid of sharp motions, replacing the sudden jerks most people use to move around with a natural gliding movement. His eyes were the only part of him that moved irregularly, darting here and there in search of the bowtruckles.
oof not exactly my best work. I was pretty busy all today and had to rush it.
flectere si nequeo superos, Achaeronta movebo