((I'll take the freedom to join in as well :)
Background: As daughter of a warrior couple she is destined to follow their path. But Tahonai is everything but good in fight and weaponry, too slow and even a bit clumsy. Her dream was a different one, one her parents would never understand: to become a healer.
The air got pressed out of her longues as she met the ground and kissed the fallen leaves. 'Damn those roots' she cursed in her mind, too breathless to actual press out the words. With shaking legs she kicked into the ground, heaving herself up again to continue her way, the staff she used to train her skills at the moment, bouncing on her back and slapping the back of her legs every two steps. She would not have been surprised if this would have been the reason for her to fall, but no, the big tree she always admired had shoved its roots out of the ground as if it was just waiting for her to hurry by.
Hearing the cheering and the clink of the swords inside the arena she increases her speed a last time, taking two steps at once as she finally reached he way inside. Not looking anywhere she grabbed the end of the wooden banister, using the momentum to float around the corner. Though if that was floating any bird would just drop dead on the ground. Well she did not hit the ground, but something else. But before she could have seen what it was the air was pushed out of her lungs another time, her hands helplessly waving around as she tried to keep her balance. Upon failing that task she rapidly brought her arms up front, grabbed a rough piece of fabric in hope to find some support there, but instead of finding that, she still stumbled backwards, pulling the wearer of this piece of fabric with her as she fell.