Hunter lost his footing at the next wave, taking him by surprise and slapping into the back of his knees, he caved like a deck of cards and slid up the beach. In the summersault motion of the twenty-three-year-old's dainty frame being assaulted by the water, he lost his hat. If Hunter was aware of anything outside of the frigid salty water burning his nose, mouth, and eyes, he would have flipped and panicked over anyone seeing his feather crown that formed as two horn-like structures on either side of his temple.
Not drowning, however, took precedence over his vanity.
He crawled up the wet sand as the wave receded, coughing and spitting,
“Wizard.” He croaked back, clamoring up a rock near the supposed 'wizard', and held on.
“A wizard--HA.”
Not drowning, however, took precedence over his vanity.
He crawled up the wet sand as the wave receded, coughing and spitting,
“Wizard.” He croaked back, clamoring up a rock near the supposed 'wizard', and held on.
“A wizard--HA.”