Jun 18, 2024 22:05:11 GMT
Post by Aurora on Jun 18, 2024 22:05:11 GMT
Aurora Solace Langley
"You know. Just one of these days, an open lesson session could be...not boring."
A high-pitched squeak came in response.
To anyone else, it may have seemed odd. Watching a redheaded girl, laying on a bench with her head hanging over the end, looking upside at an otter dressed in what could only be described as a snow jacket. The pair were having quite the conversation. Although it was less a conversation and mostly just the girl, Aurora, trying to keep herself from dying of boredom.
While she was almost always present at these open lesson sessions for the skating club because she needed the money, it wasn't often they had any walk-ins looking to learn. So much like any other day, she'd laced up her crisp white skates and proceeded to lay on one of the many benches around the open-air rink having a conversation with her pet otter who went with her just about everywhere. Open-air as in there were no barriers around the edge, but it WAS located inside of an arena so it could exist year round.
Another series of high pitched squeaks came from the small creature.
Aurora wrinkled her nose, "Are you ever NOT hungry?" She asked with an audible huff, tugging a small pellet from her pocket nad tossing it to the otter who chewed on it happily before curling up in the little bed that Aurora had set up for him.
Sitting up with a leg on either side of the bench Aurora would yawn and lift her arms overhead, stretching and letting out a small groan as a series of cracks gave audible protest to how she chose to lay. Not that the bench was anymore comfortable than her threadbare mattress back at her one room apartment.
Lavender eyes studied the open ice. It was only her and one other coach and the other coach, Kagome, had managed to grab the only current walk-in lesson in the last four hours. Normally she'd just browse the news on her phone, but the club had a rule that no phones were allowed when coaching. Something about them being paid, and so they would work.
As if sitting on a bench was work.
She idly tapped the blade of her skate into the edge of the ice, making a tiny hole.
A quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall told her she still had two more hours to go. She groaned a little bit and stood up, "May as well get some practice in I guess." The fall competitive series was coming up and she hoped to actually place this year. So without further thought she pushed out onto the ice and busied herself making laps and practicing her basics.
"You know. Just one of these days, an open lesson session could be...not boring."
A high-pitched squeak came in response.
To anyone else, it may have seemed odd. Watching a redheaded girl, laying on a bench with her head hanging over the end, looking upside at an otter dressed in what could only be described as a snow jacket. The pair were having quite the conversation. Although it was less a conversation and mostly just the girl, Aurora, trying to keep herself from dying of boredom.
While she was almost always present at these open lesson sessions for the skating club because she needed the money, it wasn't often they had any walk-ins looking to learn. So much like any other day, she'd laced up her crisp white skates and proceeded to lay on one of the many benches around the open-air rink having a conversation with her pet otter who went with her just about everywhere. Open-air as in there were no barriers around the edge, but it WAS located inside of an arena so it could exist year round.
Another series of high pitched squeaks came from the small creature.
Aurora wrinkled her nose, "Are you ever NOT hungry?" She asked with an audible huff, tugging a small pellet from her pocket nad tossing it to the otter who chewed on it happily before curling up in the little bed that Aurora had set up for him.
Sitting up with a leg on either side of the bench Aurora would yawn and lift her arms overhead, stretching and letting out a small groan as a series of cracks gave audible protest to how she chose to lay. Not that the bench was anymore comfortable than her threadbare mattress back at her one room apartment.
Lavender eyes studied the open ice. It was only her and one other coach and the other coach, Kagome, had managed to grab the only current walk-in lesson in the last four hours. Normally she'd just browse the news on her phone, but the club had a rule that no phones were allowed when coaching. Something about them being paid, and so they would work.
As if sitting on a bench was work.
She idly tapped the blade of her skate into the edge of the ice, making a tiny hole.
A quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall told her she still had two more hours to go. She groaned a little bit and stood up, "May as well get some practice in I guess." The fall competitive series was coming up and she hoped to actually place this year. So without further thought she pushed out onto the ice and busied herself making laps and practicing her basics.
