Death fell forward and caught herself on her feet, rump in the air on all fours. She seemed unconcerned about looking ridiculous, much more concerned with enjoying herself.
"--lot."
She attempted to kick her legs back into the air one more time but fell immediately back into place on all fours. Giving up for the moment, her knees bent in and she stood back up on two feet, her hair flipping backward very dramatically over her shoulders. Death dusted her hands on one another.