Sun Mote Copse I'd rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties!

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.