[The attempted exposition goes sailing off into the woods along with Lenka's wayward wooden horse as he tries to keep his balance on its suddenly very slippery back and also to remember what the hell reins were again in the midst of all the bouncing -- right, the rope that's still clutched in the one hand he's just thrown back over the horse's front -- but it's a little late for that.
They're far enough into the trees that it's hard for Lenka to straighten without taking a low-hanging branch to the face, but somehow his horse still finds a good spot to rear up and start trying to throw him clean off. He manages to hang on for a split second longer: unable to keep from trying to dig his fingers into the grooves between the horse's roots.]
... Ugh!
[And that thud was the sound of him hitting a tree once the horse finally rids itself of its unhelpful person-shaped necklace. It's funny, actually -- the wind getting knocked out of him gets a louder exclamation than his reaction to the root suddenly imbedded in the tree next to his head.
It might also take a few moments to register that the root kind of went straight through his shoulder at that point. He just kind of stares blankly at it. Great.]
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They're far enough into the trees that it's hard for Lenka to straighten without taking a low-hanging branch to the face, but somehow his horse still finds a good spot to rear up and start trying to throw him clean off. He manages to hang on for a split second longer: unable to keep from trying to dig his fingers into the grooves between the horse's roots.]
... Ugh!
[And that thud was the sound of him hitting a tree once the horse finally rids itself of its unhelpful person-shaped necklace. It's funny, actually -- the wind getting knocked out of him gets a louder exclamation than his reaction to the root suddenly imbedded in the tree next to his head.
It might also take a few moments to register that the root kind of went straight through his shoulder at that point. He just kind of stares blankly at it. Great.]