Speed, then. And arms out. Gus was doing her level best to pay attention to their barrage of advice, but it was hard to stay focused when they were such a cheerful pair. She didn’t want to miss a smile, and she was very interested in watching Billie and her guardian interact, the radiating fondness between them quite enough to melt the rink. Gus wondered how long they’d lived together, known each other - but now seemed like too busy a time to ask.
No, it was time to have another try. Gus launched herself forwards again, following Mr. Ollivander towards the emptier patch of rink and attempting to mimic Billie’s natural fleet-footedness. The addition of her arms was helping, she thought; she guffawed a little when she successfully made a larger, unimpeded circle than she ever had before, keeping her balance all the while. “Aha!” With a grin of gleeful confidence, and all that encouragement to boost her, she did another arc, picking up speed until it did feel a little like flying.
“And, er, how do I -” She started to call out - but oh, no time to ask. Turn if you’re gonna hit something, Billie had said. Realising the edge of the rink was rushing up to her and she had no idea how to slow herself to a natural stop without hurtling into it, Gus twisted her whole body to try and move away from it, veering sideways as if she were doing a tight roll on a broom.
But she was not on a broom, the ice was not so forgiving as the sky, and trying to angle her feet properly only tangled herself up more - the next thing she knew she had thrown herself off balance again, ending up flat on the ice and the thud she had made resounding in her ears.
No, it was time to have another try. Gus launched herself forwards again, following Mr. Ollivander towards the emptier patch of rink and attempting to mimic Billie’s natural fleet-footedness. The addition of her arms was helping, she thought; she guffawed a little when she successfully made a larger, unimpeded circle than she ever had before, keeping her balance all the while. “Aha!” With a grin of gleeful confidence, and all that encouragement to boost her, she did another arc, picking up speed until it did feel a little like flying.
“And, er, how do I -” She started to call out - but oh, no time to ask. Turn if you’re gonna hit something, Billie had said. Realising the edge of the rink was rushing up to her and she had no idea how to slow herself to a natural stop without hurtling into it, Gus twisted her whole body to try and move away from it, veering sideways as if she were doing a tight roll on a broom.
But she was not on a broom, the ice was not so forgiving as the sky, and trying to angle her feet properly only tangled herself up more - the next thing she knew she had thrown herself off balance again, ending up flat on the ice and the thud she had made resounding in her ears.
gorgeous set by Lady!