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In The Cold and the Dark.
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Rose was used to walking.
That statement wasn't entirely accurate. Rose was used to running. The feeling of her muscles working beneath her, the fluid energy, the momentum as the tread of her trainers smacked the ground, gripped the pavement, projecting her forward faster, stronger, harder. What she was doing now was distinctly not running. It wasn't jogging, hurrying, bustling, or power walking.
If anything, it might've been considered ambling. The road was icy beneath her feet, and every other step, she had to thrust out her arms to keep her balance. Her right foot slid, and it took conscious effort not to lock up her stance. Bloody ice.
What she wasn't used to was walking (or running) alone.
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justpromptsRose was used to walking.
That statement wasn't entirely accurate. Rose was used to running. The feeling of her muscles working beneath her, the fluid energy, the momentum as the tread of her trainers smacked the ground, gripped the pavement, projecting her forward faster, stronger, harder. What she was doing now was distinctly not running. It wasn't jogging, hurrying, bustling, or power walking.
If anything, it might've been considered ambling. The road was icy beneath her feet, and every other step, she had to thrust out her arms to keep her balance. Her right foot slid, and it took conscious effort not to lock up her stance. Bloody ice.
What she wasn't used to was walking (or running) alone.
( Cut for length~ )
