Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

Heda barely brushed against him, yet in the name of the game, Caracal veered away to avoid impact. Like a car careening off the roadway, he then overcorrected and momentarily lost all control of his own body. Later, he would marvel at the peculiar sensation of it.

Presently, the soft sands underfoot undid him completely. Caracal not only stumbled, he tripped with such powerful forward momentum that he flipped end over end a total of two and a half times. For a hilarious instant, he stopped with his head and shoulders dug into the sand and his bum in the air. Then gravity hit and he flopped awkwardly to the side.

He untwisted himself enough to raise his head, laughing and panting at the absurdity of what had just happened. Caracal’s sparkling eyes looked around for Heda, wondering if she’d just take advantage of his total wipeout and kept on running.