Fragments on Ice
Elias pushed off.
The first few strokes felt shaky, his balance off from days without blades. But as the music built, muscle memory took over. His edges carved clean lines into the ice. His spins were tight, centered, faster than he expected. The footwork sequence flowed, quick turns, choctaws, intricate steps that made the blades sing. Elara skated around him in wide circles, cheering softly every time he nailed a element.
When it came time for the big flip in the second half, Elias launched. The rotation was clean. He landed it perfectly, though his ankle wobbled just a little on the exit.
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