It's the little things
09-28-2018, 02:20 AM
She heard the laughter of her temporary companion. Every time she spun to right vantage point to see the woman, she would see her first bouncing on her paws, and then leaned over like her sides might split apart. Riva’s scowl had a hint of smile to it, even as she spun wildly out of control, slipping and sliding across the ice. Even her cry of help didn’t spur Kenja to action. Instead, her laughter only increased tenfold, wildly out of control. It was a wild, joyful thing that reached her across the ice with no difficult. Eventually, Riva was laughing to, her breaths wheezing for more than one reason as she joined in with the others mirth. She had to admit, she did look a little silly, and she had gotten herself into this predicament. When Kenja joined with the ice, it looked as natural as breathing. Her long legs graceful and sure, her balance precise and confident. It was hard not to admire her, and feel a touch of jealous for how easily she navigated a terrain Riva could barely begin to understand. Of course, Kenja’s help was nothing like she expected. A sudden force connected with her rear end, and with a surprised yip, the healer was propelled forward. She flailed more, afraid of the speed she was picking up, before the treeline was very suddenly before he. With a cry, her paws touched earth, and her body continued its momentum, felling the girl into the earth before her, head smooshing mud as she face-planted the hole Kenja’s paws had widened earler. |
