[No mercy from this man. And Benedikta trudges after him, grumbling something about the snow under her breath. It's not even that deep or thick—]
Would falling not just be faster...?
[And perhaps easier?
As they come up near the lifts, she wrestles a bit with her skis, one of them nearly knocking her in the face as she tries to adjust them in her arms.]
I hope you know that I will not be catching you should you meet the same fate.
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Would falling not just be faster...?
[And perhaps easier?
As they come up near the lifts, she wrestles a bit with her skis, one of them nearly knocking her in the face as she tries to adjust them in her arms.]
I hope you know that I will not be catching you should you meet the same fate.