It's inevitable, really, given the only thing he's leaning on is his pride. His legs are shaky, don't alway follow his commands no matter how much confidence his mind puts into them, but he can cover that, he knows how to take that in stride (ha) and how to project assurance that masks it. But his sight is also worse than it usually is, and he already has trouble with depth of vision. So he misestimates the way the sand curves, steps on the edge of a small ripple, catches his bare toe on somebody else's washed up item, and trips.
An eternity, hanging in the air, aware that he's going to fall and there's truly nothing he can so about it.
He lands on his knees, one palm catching himself so hard the sand lightly grazes his pale skin. She can see the nape of his neck rather than his expression, head bowed to compose himself, but his teeth are bared in rage, eyes and nostrils wide. But he puts that rabid survivalism away and sits back, begins the unfolding and standing and walking process once more without a word.
Perhaps, if he's lucky, she didn't even notice, just kept walking. If he's going to have to crawl up the beach he would prefer she be gone when it happens.]
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It's inevitable, really, given the only thing he's leaning on is his pride. His legs are shaky, don't alway follow his commands no matter how much confidence his mind puts into them, but he can cover that, he knows how to take that in stride (ha) and how to project assurance that masks it. But his sight is also worse than it usually is, and he already has trouble with depth of vision. So he misestimates the way the sand curves, steps on the edge of a small ripple, catches his bare toe on somebody else's washed up item, and trips.
An eternity, hanging in the air, aware that he's going to fall and there's truly nothing he can so about it.
He lands on his knees, one palm catching himself so hard the sand lightly grazes his pale skin. She can see the nape of his neck rather than his expression, head bowed to compose himself, but his teeth are bared in rage, eyes and nostrils wide. But he puts that rabid survivalism away and sits back, begins the unfolding and standing and walking process once more without a word.
Perhaps, if he's lucky, she didn't even notice, just kept walking. If he's going to have to crawl up the beach he would prefer she be gone when it happens.]