Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Gunnar hit his belly as the child his his head, and he lay there groaning. The child wasn't heavy, but plummeting at however many speeds and landing on top of his head, was not the nicest feeling in the world. 

He attempted to stand, and fell forward, eyes unfocused while his head pounded. Finally, he managed to walk with crooked steps to the child, just in time to watch the child yet again, throw up all over it's coat. 

Gunnar groaned, but leaned forward to tentatively sniff at the child, calm it down if it grew upset.