[Fiona is happy to get away from everyone walking around and moping about their shenanigans, and jumps at the chance to get the fuck out and explore. Even if it's in the middle of the night. And raining. (This hat is new, it's a tragedy.) She's still sort of dealing with the brand new concept that "rain" and "trees" and "mud" altogether make for a precarious situation, and as she's walking, she trips over some tree roots that are always convenient for this sort of situation.
She stumbles forward, which would be bad enough, but this particular be-rooted tree also happens to be on the top of a hill. Which she summarily slips down, arms pinwheeling, until she lands at the bottom in a heap. She just lies there miserably for a moment, muddy and getting rained on.] Ohhh, my god. I'm... so glad no one was around to see that.
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She stumbles forward, which would be bad enough, but this particular be-rooted tree also happens to be on the top of a hill. Which she summarily slips down, arms pinwheeling, until she lands at the bottom in a heap. She just lies there miserably for a moment, muddy and getting rained on.] Ohhh, my god. I'm... so glad no one was around to see that.