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I should have been paying more attention to driving the gargant than writing in my travel log. I am quite annoyed at myself for thinking and trying to organize my thoughts too much.
I am lost.
Attempting to circle back the way I came, to make the turning I missed, I woke a natural predator of the gargant, a giant green snake. Since I was feeling too hungry, nauseous, as well as bruised, I elected to flee.
The gargant would not return the way I came, where the serpent gave up after - five miles? ten? - I do not know.
Now I am lost, with only the gargant tiredly clicking in the dark. The tunnel I am in now is no longer part of a network of roads used by travellers, but some small path dug out by the gargants themselves.
There are parts where it is so narrow I must press myself to the gargant's back to avoid being scraped off. It makes better time than I possibly could, on foot. As I still cannot bear to eat, I feed the gargant what food I have.
..... what is this coldness, making my hands clammy with sweat? I have had to wipe my hands dry several times, lest I lose my grip on the gargant.
This is ridiculous. There is nothing in the dark that could harm me, I am well able to defend myself. This is merely an inconvenience.
.... why do I tremble?
I am lost.
Attempting to circle back the way I came, to make the turning I missed, I woke a natural predator of the gargant, a giant green snake. Since I was feeling too hungry, nauseous, as well as bruised, I elected to flee.
The gargant would not return the way I came, where the serpent gave up after - five miles? ten? - I do not know.
Now I am lost, with only the gargant tiredly clicking in the dark. The tunnel I am in now is no longer part of a network of roads used by travellers, but some small path dug out by the gargants themselves.
There are parts where it is so narrow I must press myself to the gargant's back to avoid being scraped off. It makes better time than I possibly could, on foot. As I still cannot bear to eat, I feed the gargant what food I have.
..... what is this coldness, making my hands clammy with sweat? I have had to wipe my hands dry several times, lest I lose my grip on the gargant.
This is ridiculous. There is nothing in the dark that could harm me, I am well able to defend myself. This is merely an inconvenience.
.... why do I tremble?