But as the day wore on and his long sought-after door did not suddenly leap out of the landscape in front of us, he grew sullen, stopping often to catch his breath or flop down in some comfortable meadow, and dispensing a great deal of sighs and muttered curses during particularly rough climbs.
are we sure he’s not a queen? bc he sure has the drama part down. *edit: (im so proud of myself. thats an amazing line)
