Pain shot through Freya's legs, stiffness and she felt the world around her tumble. She heard Thorfinn's warning but she couldn't stop, she had to go faster, she had to run. Gravity had other ideas. Freya didn't trip but fell, her forward momentum taking her forward and slamming her hard on her right shoulder. She cried out before biting back any other sound.
Nothing was broken or bleeding but she'd be bruised in a few hours and they'd probably last for a few days. She pushed her palm against the ground and grunted as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"Damn it." She was pissed but there was little she could do about it, she'd wanted to go faster but she couldn't. Once seated she looked over to where Thorfinn was, her fingers tugging at her hair. She was annoyed, not so much sad, just really pissed off.
Freya supposed that now might be a good time to finish fixing her motorcycle.
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Date: 2017-01-05 01:27 am (UTC)Nothing was broken or bleeding but she'd be bruised in a few hours and they'd probably last for a few days. She pushed her palm against the ground and grunted as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"Damn it." She was pissed but there was little she could do about it, she'd wanted to go faster but she couldn't. Once seated she looked over to where Thorfinn was, her fingers tugging at her hair. She was annoyed, not so much sad, just really pissed off.
Freya supposed that now might be a good time to finish fixing her motorcycle.