On the Moor

[rude_not_ginger]

Running comes easily. It's something he knows, something that's part of him, ever since he first learned to walk. Ever since he first looked into the Untempered Schism. He runs. He runs, and he runs well.

Except over swampy, boggy areas. He doesn't run quite so well there. He does try, of course.

"Run, Sally!" he calls back. And then loses his footing. And falls, face first, onto the wet ground.

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[chasingangels]

"Bloody-", Sally began, angrily, sinking shin deep in muck half as many times as she took steps. The Doctor had her firmly by the hand, and when she stumbled, almost dragged her down as well. She planted her feet, swaying like Bambi on the ice before she could steady herself. She hauled him back up, somehow, panting.