@nacrelina said: " that was some fall. you alright? " // hope this is okay -- for adaman ! / inbox call. | accepting.
“Ugh, that one hurt,” came a groan, his knees stinging loudly under the fabric of lengthy socks. The coastlands were much more dangerous than they appeared, he had been brutally reminded---and although he was as close to the ecosystem as the wardens were, he was not invulnerable to awakening the ire of more territorial Pokémon. The sheer cliffs were no more welcoming than the cranky graveler that toiled about. And the Paras. Fuck those guys.
Thank goodness Palina had been witness to the ungraceful flop Adaman had pulled, slipping along the rock face as to avoid any other unwanted attention. Bouldering was simply a skill picked up from years of collecting survival tactics, and it was much, much easier in the mirelands, where the distance to climb was shorter and the rock faces were a little smoother, easier on the hands.
Ah, there was the shoulder pain, and the rest of the soreness to boot. Overturned hands reveal bandages torn from rough edges, fingertips dusted and dirty from labor. The ocean breeze hadn’t done much to help, though, cold whispers agitating scrapes more than they needed to. Hopefully Iscan didn’t also see that.
“That could’ve been a lot worse, at least,” he answered more specifically, sitting up with a groan. “Do you have gauze by chance? I can walk, I’m pretty sure.” Well, more like grit his teeth and bear the limping. He was just thankful he landed on another grassy edge, rather than continue the journey all the way into the ocean.