Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

well, the girlish giggle happened -- but not the daring escape.

rannveig's feet, which had just seconds ago been beneath him, were now pushed aside like little twigs. he fell, abruptly too -- crashing to the earth like a toppled leviathan.

it was a good thing sand was soft, but he made a good show of groaning and caterwauling, just so ford knew how much of a jerk he was and how much he had hurt his beloved, kind little brother. all the while he kept ford in his peripherals, checking to make sure that the (not)"empath" was full of appropriate amounts of guilty for so rudely assaulting his favorite bruddy.