Walking was perfectly fine! It's just that back home he's surrounded by folk that tripled his height and leg length and he sometimes had to move at a jog to keep up. Burns calories, though.

"Oh, me neither! Y'know, I'm looking at all these assignments and thinking, 'By golly, if I could do this' or, 'Oh that group wouldn't have a chance if I could cook up a little fire, give them a little scare'..."

He stopped at a simple railing at a lip in the path, looking out over the docks and the connected beach. He took a big breath of the salty air.

"...Well! Here's hope-" He froze. The hairs on the back of his neck rose.

"Hmh. Something's giving us a looky-loo." But from where?