Well, at least the cannon worked.
That was the bright side.
Now you could call Tal an optimist, because all he could see was the bright side. Dazzling, blinding, migraine-inducing light flashed through his tinted Goggles (and maybe if he survived he'd remember to ask Safrin to do something about that the next time he went to visit her). He stumbled and his foot caught the edge of the walkway, slipping, and he only barely caught himself by luck alone.
"I'm fine!" he yelled to whoever might have seen hopefully everyone else was too busy with the Banshee Queen to have noticed that less-than-heroic moment, and began to haul himself back up, blinking furiously to clear his sight.
That ring of featherfall was sounding better and better.
Tal pulls himself back up and blinks the light out of his eyes! #he'stryinghisbest
That was the bright side.
Now you could call Tal an optimist, because all he could see was the bright side. Dazzling, blinding, migraine-inducing light flashed through his tinted Goggles (and maybe if he survived he'd remember to ask Safrin to do something about that the next time he went to visit her). He stumbled and his foot caught the edge of the walkway, slipping, and he only barely caught himself by luck alone.
"I'm fine!" he yelled to whoever might have seen hopefully everyone else was too busy with the Banshee Queen to have noticed that less-than-heroic moment, and began to haul himself back up, blinking furiously to clear his sight.
That ring of featherfall was sounding better and better.
Tal pulls himself back up and blinks the light out of his eyes! #he'stryinghisbest
