[Dust, stubborn, entered the course without hesitation -- which means people are likely to come across him stepping carefully up the ladder. He has a surprisingly good sense of balance, which has gotten him halfway, but the whole contraption is trembling beneath him as he crouches to keep his center of gravity low.]
[In one hand, a rising ball of wind slowly expands as he focuses on casting a spell. Dust has a plan...]
2.
[All right. He gets it. This is another ridiculous pairing exercise. Fine. The Sen-Mithrarin kneels at the top of the slide, glancing up.]
Just let me know when you're ready to cast that spell.
3.
[...with a chef's hat on and a grilling fork in his hand, Dust is officially waaaay out of his element. (The more so because the chef's hat is perched on top of his own hat.) He pokes the grilling meat with the fork as if that would solve everything, and since it doesn't, he looks rather pathetic. Or as pathetic as anyone with hidden eyes could look.]
I -- think it's almost done?
[He doesn't know how to beg for some help, but it comes through in his voice nonetheless...]
5.
[With a graceful flip, Dust leaps into the air, then jams his sword in about seven feet up. One hand still on the hilt, he lets himself fall from above it to below, using his momentum to swing himself up into an arc that lands him lightly on the top of the hay wall.]
[Smiling, he makes a little come-on gesture with his hand.] Grab my sword and I'll get you up here. Then we're done.
OTA
[Dust, stubborn, entered the course without hesitation -- which means people are likely to come across him stepping carefully up the ladder. He has a surprisingly good sense of balance, which has gotten him halfway, but the whole contraption is trembling beneath him as he crouches to keep his center of gravity low.]
[In one hand, a rising ball of wind slowly expands as he focuses on casting a spell. Dust has a plan...]
2.
[All right. He gets it. This is another ridiculous pairing exercise. Fine. The Sen-Mithrarin kneels at the top of the slide, glancing up.]
Just let me know when you're ready to cast that spell.
3.
[...with a chef's hat on and a grilling fork in his hand, Dust is officially waaaay out of his element. (The more so because the chef's hat is perched on top of his own hat.) He pokes the grilling meat with the fork as if that would solve everything, and since it doesn't, he looks rather pathetic. Or as pathetic as anyone with hidden eyes could look.]
I -- think it's almost done?
[He doesn't know how to beg for some help, but it comes through in his voice nonetheless...]
5.
[With a graceful flip, Dust leaps into the air, then jams his sword in about seven feet up. One hand still on the hilt, he lets himself fall from above it to below, using his momentum to swing himself up into an arc that lands him lightly on the top of the hay wall.]
[Smiling, he makes a little come-on gesture with his hand.] Grab my sword and I'll get you up here. Then we're done.