two left feet {gryphon}

Dawn.

Nature's light source begins to fall behind the shops and homes of District One and I can see the vibrant yellow light pour beams through the glass doors of the training center in front of a beautifully warm, cloudy sky, spreading themselves over a patch of the floor near the entryways and making it glow with the shimmering sunset palette.

The numbers of Careers, trainers, and avoxes alike thin inside the building as it nears closing time and I still d a n c e like I do all day, except this time with my hands now free of weapons and surviving essentials to fiddle with.

I take a quick glance around me as I set down a black broadsword on its corresponding table--everyone is, as ever, distracted and doing their own thing. So I step away from the deadly collection of pointed instruments and--

Breathe. Close your eyes. Focus your energy in your--

I lift myself back up into the sky, head in the clouds as my arms sway to and fro. A combination I have come up with today but I've done enough in mixing together what I want with what they want; now it is time to treat myself.

I throw myself into the air like a lumberjack's axe formerly injured avian who was cared for by kind hands, a concept unfamiliar to a place like this. Its owner brings us out onto a wood porch and lifts me away from its body before tossing me upwards and I g l i d e smoothly through a gentle breeze into the forehead of another soul.

But then I quickly break from this sequence before I could perform anymore moves and I return to the ground beneath me with a stumble, catching myself with fingers grazing the cold tile and one knee bent onto it in full.

An idea a scale where the positives of execution far outweighed the negatives,

but that doesn't mean that they aren't still there.