R. Slipping in the mud in front of people.
'Oh- By the brambleous Winds, thorns and branches, please. My balance is better than this, how incredibly ridiculous of my feet, what an amusing show of incompetence at mere walking this must be~ They’re looking at me-‘
-some incoherent whispers and sounds chitter with mischievous murmurs-
'And they're looking at me; would you like to join me~? Yes, you in particular~ Shall I show you the ways of inept and fallible sloshing through the threaded throws of the earth's wet embrace~? That sounds certainly like a plan; choose your words well, or when next a slip is made, you are the one finding First Knowledge of the shifting ground as my company~ Or if you learn yourself, I suppose I will have to relinquish my reach, otherwise relishing your joining in such Knowledge made, but will be pleased to find you’ve now Learnt all the same~’










