[ It's not nearly every day that an eight-eyed (eight eyes? Really?) dragon is coming at him, and Alan would like to think that it's a testament of his own fortitude that he doesn't scream or soil himself. Would like to, but he still steps back with a jolt, snow and pebbles sliding under his foot (if he knew he was to go mountain climbing he would have worn hiking boots...), and for a moment, close and far all the same, he experiences a vertigo that he knows would lead to his own death.
Abomination or not. And then, they would--
Be separated. And he cannot have that. His arms wheel out and latch onto a ridge on the dragon's head for safety, outcome not wholly considered, when he--
Blinks. And feels solid ground again under his feet. He stares at the dragon, wondering what it is that he just felt. Something not locked in logic or sense, but.... ]
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Abomination or not. And then, they would--
Be separated. And he cannot have that. His arms wheel out and latch onto a ridge on the dragon's head for safety, outcome not wholly considered, when he--
Blinks. And feels solid ground again under his feet. He stares at the dragon, wondering what it is that he just felt. Something not locked in logic or sense, but.... ]
...Nigel?