Oh, yes. Pranking was a very good use of one's time, indeed, though he wouldn't have expected such antics from Na'ima. He had blinders on when it came to those he counted as proper members of the colony, despite what he had seen over the years, and alchemists were definitely on that list. Though now that he supposedly was one...
"I had forgotten all about that!" Mmur breathed, bringing his hands to his mouth in gleeful shock. Being a rabbit had been an unexpectedly delightful experience, his tiny, bouncy paws and fuzzy ears so much less cumbersome than his equine form. He lowered his hands slightly.
"But this news is..." He wasn't quite sure it was
better than being small and huggable, but it was supposedly more important. He straightened and cleared his throat.
"I have passed the Alchemists' test. But I don't know what to do now." He might have hated being a scavenger, but his duties during his time as one had been comparable to what was expected of a more bloodthirsty soldier. Mixing potions and playing pranks with bubbling liquids rather than a couple of scorpions in someone's bedroll was beyond him.
