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Stairs.
Kristen wasn't particularly fond of stairs. Even with Proctor Magomo's hearty physical training regimen, she didn't like them. What? She was allowed to have favorites and to not. Those queer little exercises called "sit-ups" were perhaps her favorite. Why, they didn't necessitate going anywhere. All one needed was something in which to hook one's feet (or a friend by chance to hold them down) and that was that. Yes, she sometimes felt awfully queasy after long and difficult sessions, but it was nothing compared to when she first was made to run laps around the Academy or, more pertinently, to jog up and down the stairs in the dormitory. Oh how she felt like mush in those early days, and how it tainted her estimation of stairs ever since!
To give Proctor Magomo his due, though, Kristen was not panting and heaving and asking for small breaks. Sweats and aches endured yesterday had spared her from embarrassment (along with said sweats and aches) today.
"We will need to ascertain Herim's trail," she said as they ascended the cliffside steps. "He will have left one surely. Fortunately, he does have some rather distinctive features which mark him out. I remember that his hair is quite strikingly black, for one. And..."
She hesitated on the second, more gruesome detail.
"...he is missing a thumb on his left hand."
Edric
Kristen wasn't particularly fond of stairs. Even with Proctor Magomo's hearty physical training regimen, she didn't like them. What? She was allowed to have favorites and to not. Those queer little exercises called "sit-ups" were perhaps her favorite. Why, they didn't necessitate going anywhere. All one needed was something in which to hook one's feet (or a friend by chance to hold them down) and that was that. Yes, she sometimes felt awfully queasy after long and difficult sessions, but it was nothing compared to when she first was made to run laps around the Academy or, more pertinently, to jog up and down the stairs in the dormitory. Oh how she felt like mush in those early days, and how it tainted her estimation of stairs ever since!
To give Proctor Magomo his due, though, Kristen was not panting and heaving and asking for small breaks. Sweats and aches endured yesterday had spared her from embarrassment (along with said sweats and aches) today.
"We will need to ascertain Herim's trail," she said as they ascended the cliffside steps. "He will have left one surely. Fortunately, he does have some rather distinctive features which mark him out. I remember that his hair is quite strikingly black, for one. And..."
She hesitated on the second, more gruesome detail.
"...he is missing a thumb on his left hand."
Edric