"Eager to get going, are you? I don't mind." The human fixes the "gun" to his belt and adjusts his glasses. "Ziven's a nice name. Never heard it before, at least. So tell me," he says as he walks up beside her. "How does a skeleton go about talking without vocal cords or lungs? Is there magic at work here? A potion brewed by a skilled witch?" Since waking up here in Minecraftia, Donovan quickly learned that the laws of science were no longer valuable here. Anything was possible it seemed.
Ziven shrugs in response, her hand tightening around her saber's grip when Donovan moves in closer. "I do not know. Possibly the same reason I can walk without muscles, see without eyes." Wheeling back towards her original path she ducks under the low hanging branches. "Or possibly not. I'd rather not look at this given horse's teeth."
Once they've put the worst of the low branches behind them she increases her pace. The sun would be passing over the horizon relatively soon, and progress in the dark was going to be a crawl if the two of them remained together. "And before you ask, no. I don't know why I can do either of those either."
