*Alastair emerges from the trees with what feels like enough hay to feed an army of horses scratching him from inside his clothes. He stares up at the next stretch, a steep trek up the side of a valley. It looks uneven as hell, but there are no leaps to be made and no obvious holes to fall into. Running uphill: familiar territory, at least.
By the time Alastair has reached the top of the second incline, he is ready to reconsider his initial assessment of the challenge, but too exhausted to do so. He checks to make sure Peter isn't gaining on him, then sets off down the side of the valley again, screaming internally all the while.*
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Date: 2012-09-26 05:48 pm (UTC)By the time Alastair has reached the top of the second incline, he is ready to reconsider his initial assessment of the challenge, but too exhausted to do so. He checks to make sure Peter isn't gaining on him, then sets off down the side of the valley again, screaming internally all the while.*