The so-called Danny-boy doesn’t quite comprehend exactly what just happened at first. He sees the stone suddenly sail backwards in the opposite direction, exactly like it would if it had hit a wall, except there was no wall to hit, just clear blue sky as far as the eye could see. He trails the dying arc of the stone to the ground, where it bounces once before losing itself in the tall grass.
“Wait, wait, no, hang on…” Daniel stutters, his eyes rapidly flipping from the ground near the rock to the sky above. “That didn’t just… Do, do it again, I didn’t get a good look the first time!”
Jashe rolls his eyes and merely goats his mount forwards. “Come on, ya little runt; yer gonna want to touch it anyways, might as well get it over with early.”