Cricket Creek Bog The world don't speak for us

It really did sting, and when she tried to run, it only made it worse.  So by the time Colt called it off, she'd had no plans to continue.  Instead, Maia had stuck next to Wraen, worried after her as well when a glance showed she was moving worse.  Nope! They were done!

She sat down with a whump next to Wraen and slowly stretched, grimacing as the new soreness tensed.  It wasn't a bad injury, but it was uncomfortable enough that she wouldn't be running any more today.