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Date Posted: 22:17:08 11/09/03 Sun
Author: Markku
Subject: >..<
In reply to: Trag 's message, "~Abandoned~" on 21:20:28 11/09/03 Sun

Markku stumbles onto the beach, turning to glare pointlessly at the rocky outcrop that had caused the more or less controlled stagger. Less controlled, actually. His good foot digs into the sand and anchors there as he shoves the staff-like cane that he carried into the white powder substance as well, pushing it down so far that there was a chance he had managed to hit the moist sand beneath it. Grunting softly with exertion he steadies himself, clutching desperately to the staff with one hand as he drags the bandaged foot up to help him stand upright. It’s obviously causing him a large amount of pain and he doesn’t even put any weight on it, instead just steadying himself with the barest of touches on the ground. Every time his balance fails momentarily and he’s forced to press down on it he winces and yanks it back up from the ground, drawing yet another wince.

The staff is torn from the ground as he stumbles one more step, finally regaining his balance completely. He glances around once or twice, as if to make sure that no one saw his moment of weakness before continuing with a bit more grace. Eyeing the ocean wistfully, Markku forcefully turns his thoughts from the water, how cool a difference it would be from the sweltering day. But no, no more salt-water for him. Glaring resentfully down at the still bandaged foot he spots another child. Not really liking people his own age or younger, as this one appeared to be, even the most solitary of people needed company sometimes. He hobbles his way over to the clutch, careful to keep his staff a safe distance from the eggs, and lowers himself painfully to the ground beside Trag, not saying anything and just watching the eggs carefully.

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