dieosterhase:

That was too easy.

She used to run with her daddy so many times that she was used to run so fast.
And she couldn’t get even faster.

Once hearing Jack’s voice from behind her, Ester turned her head towards the white haired boy:

«Oh, yeah, Ah’ can do so much better! But it’s no fun if you don’t even try ta ova’take me!»

The young hare laughed, seeing how hard it was for the Winter spirit to overtake her.
But then, she saw him fly higher, and once understanding why, it was too late to halt.
She slammed against the thick tree branch in the way, falling down with a dull thud.

«OW-!» She yelled, once being able to sit up: «DON’T JUST LAUGH AT ME, YA BLOODY TOSSER!» She screamed, hissing in pain.
She held her arm, trying to keep it still while she was checking what was wrong: a deep, bleeding graze was on her elbow, and it hurt so bad.

«BRILLIANT!» She said, thumping her foot on the ground: «How am Ah’ gonna explain this da the ol’ man!? BLOODY HOW!?» She said, trying to bend her arm before letting out another hiss: «Crikey, he’s gonna find out. He’s so gonna skin me…»

Man, it sure turned quiet, Jack thought when he reached a certain point in the woods. He looked behind him to check if Ester was hiding somewhere, trying to play a trick on him, but something didn’t seem quite right.

Finally, he stopped to check. Ester wasn’t anywhere nearby, at least it didn’t feel like it, and it left him confused. He certainly didn’t see the hare pass by him; she may be quick but not too quick that the winter spirit wouldn’t be able to sense it. 

Slowly, he turned back and eventually hurried, worried that something had happened to her. When he caught sight of her sitting on the ground, a reddish tint on her arm, his heart dropped. Good, she’s alive, he thought. But she seems hurt…

Landing next to her, he saw her injury and began to cringe, as if experiencing second-hand pain by merely looking. “The heck happened to you?” he asked, the memory of the tree branch obviously not having returned to him. He squatted down next to her and checked on her arm.

He chuckled when she mentioned being skinned. “Well, at least he already has a starting point,” he kid, staring at the wound, but then prevented himself from laughing at his own bad joke. “Can’t you just say you tripped or something?”