Goes crashing down in a heap. Fighting a moment with the net, she untangles from it, looking rather disheveled. Clearly not dressed for an outdoor game she dusts her skirts. ]
Thanks... [ Leaning down, she begins to gather her heels, cloak, and hair piece. The mask, somehow, is still miraculously in place. ] Although it was a bit of a bumpy landing.
[ She glances up then from adjusting her dress, and pauses. ]