Regaining the casual function of her leg had been a more tedious task than she had anticipated. Fluid movement was beginning to come much easier, but she still did have a noticeable limp- it wasn’t necessarily the weight that hurt her joint as it was the rage of motion. While the progress was encouraging, in the end, it was spite that drove her. Her walks through the territory were never too long and were relatively slow going. But each step behind her was chalked out to a win.
Even still, her momentum never lasted for very long- frequent rests were necessary. Collecting herself near the edge of the valley, she slowly reclined herself to her haunches with her injured leg kicked out to the side. What a pain in the ass!
Professor
Cosmetologist
