Countless figures crowded the crystalline water. Many of them were
families, friends, or children who happened to be on a school field trip.
The scene seemed to peaceful, despite the loud noises, which included
squeals of happiness, laughter, and the occassional curse or yelp from
those who could not ice skate properly. fond memories of ice skating with
his parents had suddenly appeared within the depth of his mind, reminding
him how he got to where he was today. Eirik was not participating in the
merriment, unfortunately, that was happening before him; he didn't have time,
not when there was an important competition arriving in just a few months.
The ice skating rink had been on of the places he frequently trained at after
hours with his coach.
His figure skating bag, containing his training clothing and ice skates,
was beside his feet, desperately calling out to him. It's been so long since
he ice skated simply for fun, instead of countless hours of training.
Becoming restless, he slowly unzipped his bag and took out his pair of ice
skates. It was obvious to those who saw the skates that his were different
than what the rink provided. Fingers felt the cool, outside material of the boot,
then the warm inside. His thumb slowly moved over the toe pick, making
sure not to cut himself. His skates were the number one thing he took care
of, besides his body, so he made sure the the material and blade were in
top condition even though they were just for practice.
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