Which is about the last thing she has the time or ability to call out, before her focus really is stolen by the stairs they're running down, and the sure knowledge that eating it out here would result in something a hell of a lot worse than a skinned knee or elbow.
Steps coming almost too fast to take, her speed determined this time as much by gravity as it is by her own agency. Going downhill is as much about putting the brakes on as it is about going faster; it's more cautious, more picky. Greater speeds meaning the greater chance of injury. Mean a thinner line between control and catastrophe. Which means a different sort of strain on her muscles: this time, holding back, control, instead of pushing forward.
Taking each one as it comes, ponytail flapping, the back of her sports bra drenched with sweat, unable to look up at the land rushing back into close contact without risking stumbling and faceplanting.
And still, looking for faster. Lighter. Down, weaving a little like she's skiing, to give herself a little more control. Avoiding groups of tourists, apologizing as she gets in the way of one camera lens and the view it's trying to capture.
Breath huffing in and out, feet flashing down and down.
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Which is about the last thing she has the time or ability to call out, before her focus really is stolen by the stairs they're running down, and the sure knowledge that eating it out here would result in something a hell of a lot worse than a skinned knee or elbow.
Steps coming almost too fast to take, her speed determined this time as much by gravity as it is by her own agency. Going downhill is as much about putting the brakes on as it is about going faster; it's more cautious, more picky. Greater speeds meaning the greater chance of injury. Mean a thinner line between control and catastrophe. Which means a different sort of strain on her muscles: this time, holding back, control, instead of pushing forward.
Taking each one as it comes, ponytail flapping, the back of her sports bra drenched with sweat, unable to look up at the land rushing back into close contact without risking stumbling and faceplanting.
And still, looking for faster. Lighter. Down, weaving a little like she's skiing, to give herself a little more control. Avoiding groups of tourists, apologizing as she gets in the way of one camera lens and the view it's trying to capture.
Breath huffing in and out, feet flashing down and down.