Melody landed hard on the ground as she was thrown off the hard surface by a young man. It had momentarily knocked the wind out of her and she sat there, dazed. When the young man spoke to her, she barely understood his words but knew he was checking to make sure she was ok.<br/><br/>When she was finally able to respond she realized that the young man was standing over her. "Thanketh thee f'r rescuing me." She told him.<br/><br/>Her speech was old English and hard to understand but he should have gotten the jist of it. Melody was thanking him for saving her.<br/><br/>Melody tried to rise from the ground only to wince and fall back down, her hand going to her left ankle. It looked swollen and red as she pulled her long ballgown up to her knee to inspect it. "Most wondrous, on top of being hath lost, anon I canna walketh."