strayed from the path - open; return

[METEOR]

Quasar’s growl broke in his throat. He understood the lanky gladiator hadn’t intended to die, of all things, and why was he looking so apologetic? Right. Because the pastel rainbow’d tackled and growled in his face. Oops. He licked his teeth.

When Sorbet touched their noses together, the centurion, eyes widening, froze. His face burned, and a fwoosh of air puffed out his fur. Quasar, still oblivious to his haywire new power, grinned like a goofball.

“Oh, yeah, you can get up now.” The sparkledoggo remembered the nonsense he’d done and scrambled off Sorbet. His paws levitated a good centimeter off the ground, but why would he notice a trivial thing like that? If his paws didn’t feel the ground, it was because his brain was occupied with dumb sappy shit.

“Sorry for tackling you and all. But I’m glad you’re alright. I was really worried, you know, after you… disappeared.”

He glanced behind him to Rhinestonestar and Medusa, remembering them for the first time in at least a minute. “Yeah! We’re all glad you’re safe.” He nearly bit his tongue to avoid mentioning Medusa’s breakdown; it seemed like a thing for her to tell Sorbet, not for him to blurt out the first time he saw Sorbet alive. “You, uh, doing okay? How’d you even… you know… do the musical bodies thing?”