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Commandant Flynn Scifo ([personal profile] thinkfirst) wrote in [community profile] wellcome 2023-01-04 02:36 am (UTC)

[ Flynn's heart thunders in his ears. It takes him a second to convince the rest of his body that the immediate danger has past, that no one has fallen past him into what must be a pit of sand by now.

He doesn't mean to smile back. It's too serious a situation for smiles, and yet—
]

All I see is sand.

[ Some of which he shakes out of his hair and onto Yuri's hip, huffing to get it out of his eyes. The sand is still coming hard and fast, but it's not so bad when they're still, actually, and looking for the top is a good idea. He holds up a finger, hooks an arm around the ladder, and pushes out with the balls of his feet until he's as far from the wall as he can get, squinting through watery eyes at the hazy light. Sand, light, walls, and... ]

It's—

[ Nope bad idea, Flynn gets a mouthful of sand, spits, and swings back close to the wall, sheltering briefly under Yuri's elbow. ] It's brighter up there, at least! I think— [ another tiny cough. Flynn grimaces. His throat is scraped raw. ] —we need to climb more slowly. Make this move less.

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