A Heavy Chat [Private with Rosa Callows]

[Al Ciendra]

Another day, another workout.
Al loved this place, the gym of Beacon Academy is truly a blessing for any young huntress that takes their training and physical performance seriously.
Today was a bit different though, Al had taken up a new regiment, not because her old one was bad, her teacher would murder her for saying this, but because during her recent double date a certain crown wearing guy had shown her how flexible she herself could be, something, that in retrospect, Al should have been training for a while now, considering how much she relied on dodging.
While she wouldn't be able to curl backwards and put her toes to her noes anytime, soon, she would work towards it.

So, on a yoga mat Al sat, dressed in sweatpants and one of her usual red hoodies, complete with the metal mask and her scroll to her side, playing a flexibility training video, so far Al was doing well, no issues, guess her worries about being too muscular for flexibility were for naught.

As the recorded lesson continued, Al followed the instructions and bent backwards, as far as she could, she was so happy that there was a pause in the video, so she could simply focus on doing her best.
Al managed to bend backwards enough that her hood fell off her head and Al was looking backwards, getting a good look at the entrance and the other students in the gym, going back and forth, she noticed a few looking at her and simply waved back, something she had learned to do when people were staring at her, the awkward interaction usually drove most people to turn away and leave her be.
So, undisturbed, Al kept bending, realizing that this actually felt kinda nice, she really wondered what Pyrys mom had made him do for him to call this hell...better not ask, she will probably find out soon enough.