cassvoice (cassvoice) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-09 08:37:00 |
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Who: Cassandra
Where: Meadow, but she doesn't know
What: Waking up
When: Thursday
Rating: G
Open: To Clint
Status: Complete
It wasn't the broken leg, or dislocated shoulder and elbow that bothered her, she could feel those start to heal, but it was the way her body was twisted, her torso only partially on the ground, as if something was preventing her from laying out flat.
When she'd set the stallion at the large fallen tree for the jump she'd known for certain the ground on the other side was clear and firm, no rocks or other branches to offer any chance of him injuring himself, after all he was still needing to earn his keep and sire more champions so the last thing she wanted was him to break a leg. Her $2.5 million investment in him had been something she'd been advised against, but she had loved the fire in his eye, and the angle of his proud head as she'd looked him over the first time.
As she lay there, waiting for her limbs to mend, she lifted her head slightly, the sound of approaching footsteps drawing her eyes open. There hadn't been anyone anywhere near her on the ride so she had no idea who this might be.
And that's when she saw the reason for her difficulty in lying flat. The shaft of what she could only deduce was an arrow sticking out of her chest and apparently the head from her back, preventing her from lying down.
Oh dear, how will I explain this? No-one here knew who or what she was, she'd only owned this property for a couple of months, and finding her like this was going to be difficult to explain away. She decided to stay still, see if the approaching stranger would simply leave to get help...