WHO: Rogue and Emma WHEN: Thursday afternoon WHERE: The Gym WHAT: Practicing
Rogue was in the gym, laying sprawled on a stack of mats. She was practicing flying, jumping up and simply not landing back down on the ground. The idea was to be able to zoom around the room and actually stick a landing. Only, so far, it was just an idea. At last now she'd learned that it was good to land on a pile of mats, and not crash into a wall or tumble over the balance beam. (Yeah, that really hurt.) She panted a little, thinking about what went wrong, and how she had to work on getting her feet out in front of her, or something. This flying thing was a tough gig.