 Keeper: we have FAST!ZOOMS and sloooow!zooms ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Faith was, to say the least, nervous. She didn't know how well she had to do for it not to look like she made the team due to nepotism - or if she would ever manage that. Zor being her best friend was not very nice on the pitch when it was her best friend who would decide if she was going to make it or break it, and she didn't imagine it was easy on the other girl either. What if she sucked? What if Aunt Alexis was lying all this time and she never inherited any of the Chosen Family Talent in the sport? Or worse, what if she did inherit the talent and it just wasn't good enough?
Stretching and flexing her fingers, she held her hand over the broom. Did it matter which hand? Not really. But for those who were concerned, it was her right hand. Because she was right-handed. The feeling of the wooden shaft of her broom was familiar, but somehow, it felt foreign too as her blood pounded in her ears. Her vision blurred and it took a few seconds for her to realise that the solution was to blink. BLINK, FAITH, DANG IT.
She'd be fine once she was in the air. She knew it because it was true. She was always okay once she was in the air, it's why she sometimes snuck out after curfew to fly and take her mind off things. Not too different from how Zoryn would crawl under her covers when she couldn't be alone at night. She just had to get into the air. Which she was gonna do now.
Once the blonde was on the broom, she took her ascent slowly. One straight diagonal line into the height range where the game was played. The trembling of her fingers slowly turning to a focused grip, the eyes that were glistening with tears slowly glazing over with determination. But it was a slow process, and she only managed to get properly on form close to the end of her first lap.
The second lap was faster, which was logical since she'd been instructed to gain speed, but she would have only started picking up speed then anyway. It was two hundred metres of turns that were slightly messy, accelerating turns, but each corner she rounded got gradually cleaner until she entered her third lap. She was going fast enough, no acceleration necessary, but she accelerated anyway, her body finally calibrated to the turns of the pitch. She'd never had to navigate this pitch with anyone else on it before, which made it so different from the pitch she knew. But she could do this. She was a Chosen.
And that's how she almost forgot to decelerate. Almost. She was a quarter lap in when she remembered, but it was fine. Probably. Despite the fact that literally nobody else had issues with their warm-up laps. Maybe this was a bad omen.
NO NEGATIVE THOUGHTS, TEACUP. We're decelerating. We're going to slow to a stop, and our stop is gonna be right in front of the hoops. Focus.
"Focus is key," she mumbled to herself, timing her halt perfectly by pulling the broom up just as she reached the hoops. Was her heart still pounding? Absolutely.
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