Cupping his hands, Malec held the red jewel in his palms; it was like a weight in his grasp. CRUNCH! He bit off the side of the ruby with one bite; chewing it to smaller bits before he swallowed down and feed the furnace he called a stomach.
"Ewww! Now that's just plain nasty."
He turned to see Winnidale waist deep in dirt, pulling herself up from underground. The Pixies, Warskin and Oren, pulled at her fingers and hair to assist her, yet the only thing that did was make her angry.
"What?!" Winnidale inquired, with her hand propping up her face. "You act like you've never seen a girl take a mud bath before!" She shrugged again and sighed, "why is it so hard for me to get up?"
Sage walked over to the commotion, raising a brow when seeing Winnidale. "It appears to me," he studied, "You are in quick sand… my dearest apologies, I just didn't think anyone would be foolish enough to come up from it. Most people go down—"
"Haha, like Pairs Hilton, We got it Ground boy. Your one funny bag of rocks, now cut the jokes and help me up would you?"