This didn't feel like the same beach. Not really. But it was; he didn't need functional eyes to know it was. He just had to feel the magic around him. It was definitely the same beach. He had nearly died here.
Nearly, but not quite, and so even if he was still limping, as much from a back that wasn't sure what it was doing as from the bandaging and still-healing tear from hip to knee.
Hey. He still didn't have to deal with people staring at him; he still couldn't tell what sighted people were looking at.
Nearly, but not quite, and so even if he was still limping, as much from a back that wasn't sure what it was doing as from the bandaging and still-healing tear from hip to knee.
Hey. He still didn't have to deal with people staring at him; he still couldn't tell what sighted people were looking at.