#nightmare3

Al is hanging upside down by her hands, on a hoop. She sees the inverted world below her as her forearms burn with the strain of holding her body weight. Raven had spent the better part of the day teaching her about the basics of her circus routine, fulfilling her promise made three years prior. She had learned the basics of foot position and then Raven had performed a few moves for Al to give a shot at. The acrobatic maneuvers were more complicated than Al originally guessed and the soreness in her muscles was evident of that.

Despite the physically demanding aspect of it all, Al was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was loving the height aspect of it. It gave her the same high that crawling on top of the castle wall spire did, that climbing mountains did, that jumping off cliffs into water did – only somehow, this was better. She felt free up here. Despite the fact that she could fall at any moment.