After about an hour she stopped the practice she was doing and vanished the Keyblade, stretching out her muscles. She allowed herself a glance in his direction while she did, to see if he might be any more interested in conversation than he had been before.
If he did not seem to be, she rolled her shoulders and headed fur the furthest part of the gym. She stretched a bit more, put her back to the wall, then....
She sprang forward after a moment of stillness, giving no warning or indication that she was about to move. A two step sprint, then she was launching herself forward, her hands catching the ground as her feet lifted, delving swift kicks to either side as she rotated. When her feet hit the ground again she kept her momentum, curling low to the ground in a forward tumblesault that was faster than you would think such a move should be, and from that she got hands on the ground again, launching herself once more into a spin an ice skater would be proud of, feet up off the ground over her head, legs tight together, arms in, spinning towards the ground.
This was the terrifying part, the part that she always hated, which was why she made herself practice it. As she fell back towards the ground, she summoned her keyblade into it's glider form. Just before she hit the ground, it grabbed her feet and pulled her up several inches. With the strength of her legs alone, she righted herself. She was less than a foot off the ground, hovering, but it still took all her mastery to remain outwardly calm, and to not call in her armor.
She set the glider down gently and it reformed into her keyblade. She stood, feet on the ground, planted firmly and closed her eyes, trying to fight down the fear and the reaction. This was what nearly cost her her mastery, and she had to work regularly to keep ahead of the fear, to control it so that it would not control her.
It is fine, she is used to Terra.
If he did not seem to be, she rolled her shoulders and headed fur the furthest part of the gym. She stretched a bit more, put her back to the wall, then....
She sprang forward after a moment of stillness, giving no warning or indication that she was about to move. A two step sprint, then she was launching herself forward, her hands catching the ground as her feet lifted, delving swift kicks to either side as she rotated. When her feet hit the ground again she kept her momentum, curling low to the ground in a forward tumblesault that was faster than you would think such a move should be, and from that she got hands on the ground again, launching herself once more into a spin an ice skater would be proud of, feet up off the ground over her head, legs tight together, arms in, spinning towards the ground.
This was the terrifying part, the part that she always hated, which was why she made herself practice it. As she fell back towards the ground, she summoned her keyblade into it's glider form. Just before she hit the ground, it grabbed her feet and pulled her up several inches. With the strength of her legs alone, she righted herself. She was less than a foot off the ground, hovering, but it still took all her mastery to remain outwardly calm, and to not call in her armor.
She set the glider down gently and it reformed into her keyblade. She stood, feet on the ground, planted firmly and closed her eyes, trying to fight down the fear and the reaction. This was what nearly cost her her mastery, and she had to work regularly to keep ahead of the fear, to control it so that it would not control her.