Flowers for Mumma

With every roll he hit the ground hard, trying to add momentum into his roll. He tore up earth, and was coated in flowers and soil and gathered a few small cutes as he flew down the hill. His stomach was roiling, and his head was spinning. He didn’t know what was up or down - was he still going down the hill, or was he flying up it?

His brother cried out. In joy or fear of the spinning, Ru didn’t know. He let out a shriek of his own, both in exhilaration and anticipation. Maybe a little bit of fear too.

They hit the ground, but the world was spinning too much for Ru to know who won. He lurched to his feet, and promptly fell over again. Hitting earth with his chin and blinking groggily. “Stop spinning!” he yelled at the world, irritated that it wouldn’t settle. he had settled and was still, so why was the world still moving.

He heard the sound of Ku vomiting, and smelt the remains of it. Perhaps he decided that actually, that was a really good idea right about now, because moments later, his stomach’s contents joined that of Ku’s.