It was hard to stay attached, he didn't want to hurt the beast by clinging but he moved so fast, sometimes he almost jolted loose. he buried his head against him, wondering which of the Gods he was and how best to tribute him. Was he Vasuki? Takshaka? Was he male or female? His voice was hard to be sure of. Perhaps it was a she, perhaps she was Nüwa.

He kept mumbling prayers as if to power this creature and get to freedom, his voice weary and tired but his faith was unshaken. Someone had come for him.