Maeve
There were likely better places to do this. The beach, through the streets of Haulani, the docks, or any number of venues. Except none of them offered the same challenge. She was meant to get faster. To grow more agile. What better place to practice than here? One wrong step and she could fall. Not being fast enough wasn't an option. Safrin likely didn't mean it so literally, but the Nightshade was nothing if not thorough.
She takes a deep breath, readying herself, eyes narrowing as she quickly figures out a path. Her years of dance and training pay off as she flits from vine to vine. Branches that weren't visible before suddenly becoming a place for her to step. Fingers wrap around a vine as she leaps, muscles bunching and cording before she finds her footing, lifted into the air by the vine. Just as quickly it attempts to drop her and she manages to find a sturdy surface in the form of another thick root.
She takes a deep breath, readying herself, eyes narrowing as she quickly figures out a path. Her years of dance and training pay off as she flits from vine to vine. Branches that weren't visible before suddenly becoming a place for her to step. Fingers wrap around a vine as she leaps, muscles bunching and cording before she finds her footing, lifted into the air by the vine. Just as quickly it attempts to drop her and she manages to find a sturdy surface in the form of another thick root.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
