05.Feb.21, 08:31 PM
Lazerat took the lesson seriously, far too interested in this new thing he’d never done before to do anything less. It was new and shiny and seemed like fun so of course he had to know everything there was about it so he could come back to it later on. If he ever wanted to seriously consider leaving Ista for good, going further north suddenly had a new appeal to it. He loved cliff diving into the ocean but he could probably still do that in the warmer months and skate in the colder ones.
But he had to master the skating first and it wasn’t going that well. He wasn’t that steady at first, constantly flailing his arms for balance or grabbing onto his sister’s shoulders for support. His confidence rose bit by bit when he was able to move a bit faster or go a bit further without as much wobbling and it did him well to see Zelly take an eventual tumble. He gasped, worried for her, and then chuckled when it was obvious she was fine. Still, he didn’t want to copy her and did his best to stop but it only ended up in his toes pointing inward as he slowly came to a stop—a stop that had him leaning forward and placing his hands on the ice to help with the balance. But he stopped! By sheer luck, it seemed, as he was inches from the edge.
“Always leading by example, dear sister,” Lazerat grinned down at Zelly, tempted to leave her where she was. He still didn’t trust her and saw it as the perfect chance to yank him down. Then again, they were in public, at her boyfriend’s family’s Hold, and they had blades on their feet. None of that really made it smart to goof around on any level. He still left her hanging with her hand extended for help but stepped off of the ice so he was on stable land again and moved behind her to lift her back to her feet. How many times had he done something similar when they were kids?
“Maybe another couple of laps before we call it quits? I’m having a lot of fun but I’m also freezing my bits off and I happen to like all of my bits right where they are.” He may keep entertaining the idea of living further north but he was such an Ista baby and needed warmth to properly function.
But he had to master the skating first and it wasn’t going that well. He wasn’t that steady at first, constantly flailing his arms for balance or grabbing onto his sister’s shoulders for support. His confidence rose bit by bit when he was able to move a bit faster or go a bit further without as much wobbling and it did him well to see Zelly take an eventual tumble. He gasped, worried for her, and then chuckled when it was obvious she was fine. Still, he didn’t want to copy her and did his best to stop but it only ended up in his toes pointing inward as he slowly came to a stop—a stop that had him leaning forward and placing his hands on the ice to help with the balance. But he stopped! By sheer luck, it seemed, as he was inches from the edge.
“Always leading by example, dear sister,” Lazerat grinned down at Zelly, tempted to leave her where she was. He still didn’t trust her and saw it as the perfect chance to yank him down. Then again, they were in public, at her boyfriend’s family’s Hold, and they had blades on their feet. None of that really made it smart to goof around on any level. He still left her hanging with her hand extended for help but stepped off of the ice so he was on stable land again and moved behind her to lift her back to her feet. How many times had he done something similar when they were kids?
“Maybe another couple of laps before we call it quits? I’m having a lot of fun but I’m also freezing my bits off and I happen to like all of my bits right where they are.” He may keep entertaining the idea of living further north but he was such an Ista baby and needed warmth to properly function.