Katpride
Story Collector
“That sounds…” confusing “-useful!” Adelyn chirps, leading the way down the lit avenue and towards the rack of magazines she remembers from her last trip. It’s right next to the window, and the faint light filtering in through the glass is a welcome relief after so long stumbling around in the dark.
“You should definitely show me someti-” she starts to say, but she’s so focused on the distant shelf that she’s forgotten to watch the floor. Her foot catches on something, and she stumbles, way overcompensates out of a habit she hasn’t yet shaken, and trips, falling forward with an, “Oop!”
The thing that tripped her topples with her, but she twists, first out of a lizardly instinct to catch herself on her forearms, and then, remembering that she’s still holding Eli’s hand, in an effort to put herself between her friend and the ground. She can’t stop herself from dragging Eli down with her, but she can make sure she has a softer landing!
She hits the ground kind of on her shoulder and kind of on her back, and quickly rolls so that she’s fully on her back, not wanting to elbow (shoulder?) Eli anywhere uncomfortable. Her leg ends up thrown over something cold and metallic and round-ish, and she thinks that the edge of it would match the new bruise on her ankle, if she held them up to each other. (That must’ve been what tripped her - she remembers seeing the little stools the first time she was here, but she’d almost forgotten about them).
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asks, breathless, patting blindly at her friend’s arms. Ooh, she would feel just terrible if Eli got hurt because of her. Again.