<span style="color: #40FF00">The cursing in old Norse goes over the girls head, but it doesn't escape Stella's attention. "Your concussion is probably messing with your balance. Add god powers to the mix and you have your current situation. And yes, if the doctor deems it necessary, you will get a cast. Your mother would fret if her youngest had to have his arm rebroke because he was a stubborn mule the first time and not getting it set right. We are going to the clinic, not the hospital, and yes where are taking the car. The girls will help you get ready if you need anything." Stella beats her own retreat. No way she's going it in public in her night gown.<br/></span><br/>Kissa and Reeva look to him. "Well, Mama's word is law. I guess we should wait until after the trip to the clinic to get some food into you. The might want to take an x-ray of your arm." Kissa nods in agreence with her sister. A short time later, the four of them are in Stella's cobalt mustang headed for town that's about fifteen minutes away from the ranch. The godling in the back seat next to Reeva never quits sulking the whole trip.