[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Terra Firma
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No one [/indent][/center]

Well, that was embarrassing. A failure of embracing, or perhaps an overabundance of it once Thomas hit the ground. Yes the ground was more than willing to embrace Thomas as he fell back on his arse. Which just goes to prove even the cleverest of mages are no match for the most foolish monkey. It would have been to have climbed a bit higher but his robes and sleeves made climbing difficult. Perhaps if he were clad in leather or spandex (What is spandex?) with the dexterity of a limber cat, then perhaps Thomas would have been able to prevent his fall from grace with a bit of grace. Yet perhaps it was the dharmatic way of the universe to punish him, if not a dramatic way. For one so high to be felled so low, but it wasn't his pride that hurt most, no falling from a distance and landing squarely on the unforgiving earth was more than winding. Luckily no neck was broken, but it would be a soreness to move. 

[color=bedded]"Ugh...[/color] Thomas rubbed the back of his head with a scruffed hand. His eyes still dizzy as his vision blurred. His shoulders felt twisted, his coccyx snapped forward and his legs heavy. It was probably a fair assumption Thomas would just lie there for a bit. The Sun was calling, and he did need to meditate under its light to recharge his spells. But for now maybe a little rest would do him well, if that ice wall doesn't melt in the next hour, he'd need to expend a spell or two to melt it. Assuming someone needed it gone.