Firefly Glen too small to see the road

Tumbling down the hill was a little like being tickled: it was fun and unpleasant, all at once. By the time she rolled to a stop and plopped on her back—one hind leg crooked in the air and her body twisted so her forelegs stretched out in front of her—all she could do was gasp and titter. She had bitten her tongue at some point, which smarted quite a bit, though Meerkat decided she'd live.

It took a few moments before the dizziness settled and she found the energy to rearrange her limbs and sit upright. She chuckled as she glanced over at Altair nearby. He'd made a much more impressive landing. "You alright?" she queried, just to be sure, before quipping, "You having fun yet?"