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.
"Who's we, I still don't want to create the first sapient golem, the idea of creating life is really weird to me, you can do it, you've done it seven times."
"She'll be more accustomed to the concept," nods Kib, "and might even find it uncomfortable not to be able to create life in the locally conventional manner, could be a nice substitute. Depending on her, anyway."
"I'm not aware of any systematic differences but I haven't heard of the staring-at-things test so maybe."
"Humans don't have the math thing, I don't remember hearing about any other local expectations."
"And the succession thing works by heredity and the family seems skewed male based on who I've met and heard of..."
"Huh. Yeah, that is weird, I think it's close to fifty-fifty for humans. Maybe some different governance style, although I never know how seriously to take those assertions, they tend to come from the same sorts of people who go found radically segregationist villages."
"Is she likely to encounter very much disagreement on that? Like, are there women Elves who are making serious bids to inherit kingdoms to compare here?"
"...and not his sisters themselves, that's blatant. Here I was thinking it was more a 'the king's pool of apprentices is people he's related to', I guess I got an incomplete explanation."