“No, I’m alright.” He assured her, all the while pulling away from the meerkat. Timon knew she only cared about him, but it irked him regardless. Ironically, he was in fact the very same when it came to those he cared about, though he remained entirely oblivious to it. He was nothing like his mother if he had anything to say about it. At least, when it came to worrying. “Really, Ma!” He insisted, paws held up in defense. “Look, not a scratch on me. Why, I didn’t even-”

Timon’s words were cut short by the sudden appearance of Urd, the goddess successful of giving him nothing short of a heart attack. The meerkat gave a cry of surprise as he jumped to his feet and nearly collided into his mother. The last thing he had expected was to come across company in the wall. With the exception of Tinkerbell and perhaps Woody, no one else in Paixao was small enough to fit inside. And, considering the number of marbles scattered along the tight dark space, it was likely for the better. Timon however was not so fortunate and for a second time tripped over one of the many marbles in his fit of panic. He landed square on his back, right before Urd’s feet.

Looking up at the goddess he frowned. “You could have at least left the smoke and mirrors till we got inside.”