She's already put her right crutch aside and now getting ready to take a sidestep in, so for the love of Above take her fucking crutch.
Her right hand breaks that barrier first, slipping up to her elbow and closer to her shoulder as her right foot follows. Not even a tingling of warmth or cold— Nothing. There isn't an apparent ground, the anticipation of falling pumps the blood faster, except she doesn't fall. Just the forward momentum of her left foot that pushes her through.
This is the moment she didn't intend to go all the way, that maybe she would shift her weight back through her left foot, or pull on the crutch to pull herself out, but as soon as her face passes into the void, the left hand holding the crutch falls limp only a second later. Continuing to slip through the frame.
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Her right hand breaks that barrier first, slipping up to her elbow and closer to her shoulder as her right foot follows. Not even a tingling of warmth or cold— Nothing. There isn't an apparent ground, the anticipation of falling pumps the blood faster, except she doesn't fall. Just the forward momentum of her left foot that pushes her through.
This is the moment she didn't intend to go all the way, that maybe she would shift her weight back through her left foot, or pull on the crutch to pull herself out, but as soon as her face passes into the void, the left hand holding the crutch falls limp only a second later. Continuing to slip through the frame.