Maeve
It made very little sense. Ice and snow in Torchline? Maeve never thought she would see the day. Yet, here it was. Plain as the sand that lined their shores. The Nightshade hasn't gone ice skating in some time. There was a few time in Halo, but nothing in recent years. However, she imagines it is likely a skill you don't forget. Pulling on the skates that are thankfully provided, she laces them up, making sure they're secure before stepping onto the ice. She wobbles at first, trying to find her footing, but that comes quickly enough. It's easy to remember the motions. Push, push, glide. Push, push, glide. Over and over again before she's skating smoothly around the rink.
Soon feeling bold enough to try a few spins and jumps, transferring moves that she so commonly practices while dancing, finding it isn't all that different. Who knew that balancing on pointe would be harder than balancing on a blade?
Soon feeling bold enough to try a few spins and jumps, transferring moves that she so commonly practices while dancing, finding it isn't all that different. Who knew that balancing on pointe would be harder than balancing on a blade?
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
