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Aziz felt like an idiot. After laying on his bedroom floor for hours after checking up on Eira in the infirmary, unable to look anyone in the eyes, he went to bed and skipped the next day of school. It wasn’t the best decizion but truth be told he was too upset to care.

Now he was outside the school building near the tourney field. He was going to practice a little and try to relax the way he’s always done it:through sport. Then he realized he’d forgotten his equipment back in his locker and he started on the way there to get it when he heard footsteps behind his back. He turned around, eager to see who was wandering near the tourney field at that time of the day after so much stuff has went on.

”Looks like I’m not the only one”, the boy remarked.

Training late into the night wasn’t something she needed to do anymore. Hermie knew that.

Sacrificing sleep to make up for the lack of time she’d had to do things she genuinely enjoyed, like reading, wasn’t something she needed to do anymore. Hermie knew that.

But what was it they said? ‘Bad habits die hard‘, right? So here she was, at who-knew-when-o’clock, doing twists and turns and intricate knots on the school’s aerial silks, high in the air, to the beat of the perfect song for this particular routine.

The sound of the door opening was surprising, but it didn’t halt her motions. She didn’t even move to see who had entered the room, but simply continued to perform for what was now an audience of one, a practiced grin wide on her face.

“Come to enjoy the show?”