Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
He hasn't even learned the grace song well enough to sing it through without forgetting bits yet, it really doesn't help that he doesn't speak Quenya. However, he is very interested in learning magic songs.
And then the lights are Mingling again.
Kib considers going through the grace song a few times an excellent use of his time, although having it transcribed will be very handy for long term retention.
"I don't find the handwriting nearly that unpleasant to look at," Kib says. "There are people with handwriting so bad it's unreadable to anyone except them but this is not that. It just seems like a waste of your time and you're a busy person."
"Not terribly so, really. I am a person who likes having my time occupied, and this is a delightful way to occupy it. Regrettably some of the things that keep me occupied require enough scheduling in advance I couldn't spend a week wandering the city with you, but it will not grind to a halt if I want to give you pretty things instead of ugly ones."