The sorrel strands of Akiri's hair were tugged upwards as she fell, whipping against her ears like leather. She dared not open her eyes, fearing they'd be blasted out of their sockets once she hit the water below--that is, if she hit the water and not the rocks. She wasn't sure if she believed in the gods of her people, but prayed to any deity who may be listening, to not find herself striking against a hard surface.
Just as she silently begged for her life for the hundredth time during her descent, her body was plunged into the icy river. The temperature was no match for the adrenaline pumping through her veins however, and as soon as she could find her bearings, despite being tumbled about like a ragdoll for a good few seconds or so, she breached the water's surface. Gasping for air, she attempted to swim, only to have herself thrust under the current yet again.
Disoriented could not begin to describe the state of mind she was in at that exact moment. She was spun in s