HALF AN HOUR?!
And, after that, it was basically "doing my best not to fall on my ass" o'clock for Quanil. Stumble forward, stumble backwards. They caught themselves once by planting the staff on the ground, but that was awkward to manage and still hold it the way the provost had told them.
They did, in fact, fall a few times, but they got back up each time. After the second time, they decided against brushing themselves off; it was kind of pointless. They danced around sudden dirt mounds or holes, did their best not to let go of the staff or fall on their face, at least, and generally try to keep their balance on the constantly-shifting soil beneath them.
At least there's not a landshark here. ...I hope.
And, after that, it was basically "doing my best not to fall on my ass" o'clock for Quanil. Stumble forward, stumble backwards. They caught themselves once by planting the staff on the ground, but that was awkward to manage and still hold it the way the provost had told them.
They did, in fact, fall a few times, but they got back up each time. After the second time, they decided against brushing themselves off; it was kind of pointless. They danced around sudden dirt mounds or holes, did their best not to let go of the staff or fall on their face, at least, and generally try to keep their balance on the constantly-shifting soil beneath them.
At least there's not a landshark here. ...I hope.
