It was spectacular. The elegance - the absolute grace of her very being. It was like the hill had caught fire, the flames traveling down it like a mother lapping at her newborn's head. Oh, it was movie-worthy the way Nellie had stumbled and tripped and how she was now crashing down the hill in a mess of fiery limbs, snow and - if it continued for any longer - maybe even some puke. The world was shaking, her head was shaking. It would've been a pathetic death, but Nellie wasn't done living and would survive the fall with only her pride broken. Never again would she attempt sledding while standing and she prayed to any kind of God she knew that no one was watching.

Was that the voice of God? He sounded pathetic for an almighty being. Her vision was restricted, having her eyes closed for the most part so the snow wouldn't get in them, opening them briefly every nown and again to see if she had stopped moving. All she could see was her own sunny limbs and the distant copse that never stopped doing cartwheels.

She wasn't slowing down, not even as Maia intercepted. Her body crashed into her, slowing her down just enough for gravity to curve her path and stop them both a distance away from where the collision had taken place. She was sprawled in a clean patch of snow - face down, breathing heavily despite this.

She believed she blacked out for a moment, catching only the last part of whoever was talking to her right now. Her body ached, but the snow was cold enough to numb the pain a bit. She counted her limbs, face still buried - one, two, three... four. Pheww. Her neck felt fine, her tail? She wiggled it slightly. Still attached. Head? It throbbed with adrenaline and a slight concussion, but yep, that part was still attached to.

Now, back to the question. Was she Okay? No - I'm Nellie. She responded confidently, lifting her head carefully. Dizziness hit her like a truck and for a moment there were two saviors there. She blinked until everything aligned again, looking into the distance with a blank stare.

Was that laughter? It dawned on her then what the question had actually meant, and Nellie tried her best to keep in a chuckle but to no avail. She burst out into a fit of chortles and hiccups, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She wished she could've seen herself roll off the hill, it must've looked fantastic. And the crash! Surely she had scored a perfect 10/10 on the amusing disasters scale.

I-I'm sorry - hihimmn - so sorry! She tried to apologize through her laughter that was probably also the result of the fading adrenaline and shock of the event. She took a few deep breaths, calmed herself, the responded with a somewhat more steady tone; Yeah - yes, I think I'm okay - what about you?

What a strangely jolly wolf - seemed like a really cool mom or something. She lifted herself up in a sitting position and shook off some snow. She felt the cold didn't go with it, it stuck with her and seemed to seep into her skin.

Huh? She responded, a little confused, but then it hit her (not the ground this time). OH! You've prolly seen my mom around, we look alike ALOT - y'know, Niamh. She explained with a bashful smile.

Hell yeah their family was super gorgeous, even Bronco was growing up into a strapping young man. But, like, how could they not be pretty? They were related to Niamh and Colt for crying out loud.

Sorta new? 'Spent some time at the Frosthawks after, y'know, yeah... She still couldn't say it out loud; "oh hey, my dad died!". She missed him so much and she simply knew no one could ever replace him. Niamh didn't seem all that choked up about it anymore, she was more worried about making sure her meek, little daughter didn't cross the borders and make her think she died again - sadface.

Way to make shit awkward, Nel. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up, but around here she had no one to cry to about her dead dad. Even at the Frosthawks, the support had been lackluster, but she did eventually get over it - at least a little. No day had passed where she hadn't thought of him, briefly or a little longer, and she hoped that - wherever he was now - he could feel her still thinking about him. Maybe it gave him the equivalent of the warmth you got from a big hug.

Yeah, it's fecking cool there! She answered, her frown slowly becoming a little, excited smile. They took great care of me too - not that I think y'all wouldn't have done the same but - yeah - 'dunno, it was cool. She chuckled nervously as her sentence trailed off to nowhere, scratching an itch at her shoulder and immediately feeling the pain in her muscles from tumbling down the hill.

Nellie chuckled, mostly because they were using the word 'cool' so much, but was quickly stopped by pain shooting through her chest. She thought she'd been fine after her tumble, but only now was the pain really settling in. Feck man, my head. She commented, accompanied by another chuckle but a more pained expression.

She shrugged at the question with a smirk. They're alright - I called dibs on Fig tho. She stuck out a little bit of her tongue in a teasing matter. He was the only guy that had gone back home around the same time as her, and she thought they'd developed quite a friendship - especially after the bush incident.

If she'd known about Maia's slight crush on him, or even about her insecurities regarding her appearance, Nellie would've probably never even brought Fig up - nor the whole dibs thing (Gee, she wasn't that heartless). But, seeing as she didn't know either, she played right along thinking all was well.

Well, he was there for a bit - It counts. She responded with a chuckle, then shook her pained head. The shaking wasn't helping the headache whatsoever. Nah - Nah, I think I'm fine. Just gotta sleep it off or whatevs. Little did she know, the pain would haunt her for at least a week or two.

Yeah, Nellie wasn't known for keeping up conversations much - especially not during her time with the Frosthawks. That was also why she didn't know of all the men there, she'd been traumatized by the death of her father and hadn't spoken to many others at all. Nellie mimicked a shrug too, lifting herself up, hiding the dizziness that that brought her.

Yeah - I hope we don't 'run into each other' again next time. She joked, trying to casually stroll in an opposite direction, but tripping on her way over. Tell Wraen I said 'hi'! She called, then added a last Bye!