Alistair misses the beam. He doesn't fall—he's prepared for the miss—but he does have to jump heavily back down onto the floor to avoid it. "Gardiens échosondeurs," he says, with his terrible Orlesian accent. "Chateau Zevran, zey weel call eet."
He climbs back up. Catches the beam, this time, and he's easily strong enough to hoist himself up and get his arms over the top of it, and then—dangle there. It isn't actually large enough a beam for him to sit on. If he gets a leg over he'll fall off the other side. But he isn't ready to give up, so dangle there he does.
"Why are you avoiding everyone? You saved them. They love you."
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Date: 2016-07-03 04:06 am (UTC)He climbs back up. Catches the beam, this time, and he's easily strong enough to hoist himself up and get his arms over the top of it, and then—dangle there. It isn't actually large enough a beam for him to sit on. If he gets a leg over he'll fall off the other side. But he isn't ready to give up, so dangle there he does.
"Why are you avoiding everyone? You saved them. They love you."