The wind howling past him pulls tears from the corners of his eyes. Patches of silvery landscape flash past with increasing speed, and all Raguel's concentration is bent on avoiding the small hillocks and scraggly plants dotting the earth. He weaves wildly between them, only a couple of feet from the ground.
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Date: 2008-03-18 01:49 am (UTC)The wind howling past him pulls tears from the corners of his eyes. Patches of silvery landscape flash past with increasing speed, and all Raguel's concentration is bent on avoiding the small hillocks and scraggly plants dotting the earth. He weaves wildly between them, only a couple of feet from the ground.