The multitude of colors and throng of people bustling to and fro certainly painted a lively atmosphere.
Rain hummed to herself as she meandered by the vivid stalls, admiring the scenery as she pushed her bike along. It was a lot of fun seeing all the games she had enjoyed at the occasional carnival that passed by her town.
But it wasn't the passing festivities that brought here there. She had come, chasing after what would be at best, a questionable source. It was purely coincidental that the fair happened to be in town.
She sighed, glancing around and humming a nostalgic lullaby.
"First is Poor Will, that sends the Night aJar, in echo the Harbinger. Of songs by and by, will the mockingbird cry, that sings a prelude to starlight true."
There were a lot of people. Perhaos another day.
But as she turned to leave, was there a panicked shout, "Lookout!"
It hadn't yet registered as she turned around, to see a thick band from the bungee attaction hurling in her direction.
She threw herself at the ground, and the loop whistled past--around the seat of her bike.
All too suddenly the whole world lurches as the metal frame slams into her side, and both are hurled bodily into the air.
The rush of air and blur of colors she couldn't see made her eyes water, and she closed them in the vertigo, teeth grit against the sickening lurch in her stomach.
This was going to hurt.
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