Not that he was proud of it. Not that he would. But had someone stopped him for a moment his legs would have given out and he would have dropped to the sandy ground. He wasn't used to being tired. He didn't like being tired.
So when he felt - and saw - the oncoming storm, he briefly passed a hand over his face - Someone needs to give me strength - before looking around wildly for some sort of shelter. There was a crevasse not too far distant that looked reasonably promising, but could they get there in time?
He gestured wildly at those who were closest to him. "Look, try in there - over there, do you see it?" he yelled over the rising wind. "Get out of the open!"
And then, hesitating, looking over his shoulder in hopes that others would follow, already second-guessing that his idea was even safe, he ran.
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Not that he was proud of it. Not that he would. But had someone stopped him for a moment his legs would have given out and he would have dropped to the sandy ground. He wasn't used to being tired. He didn't like being tired.
So when he felt - and saw - the oncoming storm, he briefly passed a hand over his face - Someone needs to give me strength - before looking around wildly for some sort of shelter. There was a crevasse not too far distant that looked reasonably promising, but could they get there in time?
He gestured wildly at those who were closest to him. "Look, try in there - over there, do you see it?" he yelled over the rising wind. "Get out of the open!"
And then, hesitating, looking over his shoulder in hopes that others would follow, already second-guessing that his idea was even safe, he ran.