Moonspear pleasantries

lol, I rolled the dice twice for him to see if he'd slip up or fall but apparently the odds are on his side today *shrugs*

Onward he lumbered, as she nimbly danced up the slope like a sprite with winged heels. He felt heavy and clumsy, his tiredness showing in the sloppy footwork that made him choose now to go around boulders, rather than up and over them. He couldn't simply bound the way she did, like a doe and fawn in the springtime- he gambled with every step he took, trudging up the incline with his gaze almost hazed over with exertion. Still- against the silvery grey of the slate he picked out her taupe outline which now bounded from one craggy outcrop to the next. He shook his head, and lumbered onward, until he reached the terrain she'd led him to, where he would be challenged with injury, should he fall. 

He had to calculate each bound, now, but quite frankly- the brute was tiring fast, and his ragged breathing didn't make it any easier for him to collect himself and then put the exertion needed into a leap. A few times he was able to make it- but when a larger gap appeared, he found himself gearing up for a much larger leap, and from a standstill no less. He gathered himself, and like a cat trying to calculate if he could make the leap or not, he paused, before he thrust himself forward. He scrabbled for a grip as soon as he landed, but was able to catch his footing and continued forward. He caught sight of Desdemona again- waiting for him, now, but beyond the threshold of one final leap. 

When he landed, it was with a heavy grunt, but squarely on his feet. His legs felt weak and shaky, but he cast a glance over his shoulder, surprised, that he'd been able to make it. Licking his chops, he gazed back at Desdemona, trying desperately- and with little luck- to keep himself from wheezing too much.