Dietre moved closer, still scanning for any one who might be hiding out there, but he saw no one. He hadn't really thought to look up, didn't even see the shadowy, moving mass above the flag post until the stick suddenly fell from it. He stopped in his tracks, too cautious to go any closer, still about five feet away from being under...whatever that was. Eyes narrowed, head craned back, peering up at the coiling form. It certainly didn't look like anything friendly could be in there.
The boy frowned, indecisive. It was just a stick, it didn't matter. He really thought he should go. But, seeing how he didn't actually have to pick up the stick himself, he figured he could still get it, at least. Klavier 'solidified' beside him, quickly trotting over to the fallen stick, catching it between its jaws before turning back towards its creator, who continued to eye the blackness above.