Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Wheeeee! she cried again, though the ground was rushing up so quickly that it also earned a, Whoa, right before the kid instinctively shut her eyes.

She made impact (with Gunnar). Her landing wasn’t soft but it wasn’t hard either. Silktail grunted. She bounced and rolled, several times, and came to a sprawling stop in the grass.

Miraculously unharmed, she tried to sit up but found herself too dizzy to manage. She threw up again, all down her own chest.