Coraline Heartsong was a proud elf, descendent of millennia of elves... and rightful heir of her ancestors' Elven grace and Elven beauty.
It was a simple matter-- the simplest matter, in fact, to stand in one place, proud and tall of her lineage... without tripping on her own feet.
Simpler still, a *proper* elf could certainly... backflip or something, if they fell... landing on their feet, of course.
In that moment in time... Coraline was a very bad elf.
As she fell, her face smacked atop the hard-wooded librarian's desk with enough force and fury for her nose to bleed.
Everything was numb. Then everything hurt. The fake tears turned into real tears... tears of pain and embarrassment.
She... she was just going to go home. She'd eat dinner and go to bed. If she woke up early, she could go for a morning jog before work...
"Wh-whoa?!"
