PW: Heave the Boat To A Place Guarded With Shields of Height
From Create Your Own Story
It seems reasonable to treat this boat as something that will easily abscond if given a chance to hover over that which is thought to be less than solid. It, being inches away from a gelatinous fray, whose appendages frequently abash the boat and seize it again to make it a night-time distance divider, you cannot trust to escalate it to greater spacial freedom than it has at the moment; subtracting freedom enquires about certainty that this will not happen again.
And so: your appendages become venerating, concrete and leonine. You conscience is stifled with the paralysis of energy flushing towards your hands and at the same time vacuuming backwards. The air incinerates your skin into a warmer flavour, but even sweat as a taste didn't fully claim the burden of this bludgeoning object. It takes over all the pebbles and sharp, little stippled flecks of stone as the motion becomes a full-throttle ramification into an awesome stirring of motion and energy as the boat crawls in, angstrom by angstrom.
Your hands burn at the dermis at the grandiose fluctuating object, but progress, however ancient the last part of motion was, is getting made.
It is further afield, and not even is it a subtle distance: it is an impressive distance. However: the requirement from you made your arms and legs gingerly lucid, and you rest for a moment to claim back a few blinks and a few breaths that were ascetically denied during the stretch. Finally: you feel ready to return.
| Status | |||
| Circumstances | "Saturated, stiff, tired" | Paraphernalia:
"Satchel" | Concepts:
"Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will, space, inertia, flux, dizziness" |
| Circular Reasoning | "Logically Sound" | ||
| Profoundness | "Nil" | ||
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