When Faith stepped on the cold layer of Ice, her skate clad feet slid over it gracefully on it's own. Having practiced those moved more times than she could count, it was as she she was walking on solid ground instead of thick Ice slab. The way she glided across and above on the rink often attracted spectators to watch her. When she taught the children, others stopped to see her darnce over the Ice as if she were a goddess. Frost covered her fingertips, her pink hair flew with every stroke of her legs. Sh did another spin and reached the middle of the rink. The small rink out of the three was reserved for lessons, so it was easy for them to move around freely without being interrupted by another custom who also wanted to enjoy their experience. The helmet was heavy on her head, but she managed not to loose her balance as she already had lots of practice. The more she move, the heavier her heart felt, the more if pu
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