Author's Note: It should be obvious from this that I have never used roller-skates and don't know how they work. Merry X-Mas Emily.

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"Alright the first thing to remember about roller-skates is that they are shoes with wheels."

"Right."

Madeline Jefferjames, the head of the diplomatic branch of the Knights of Ancuan, paced before her pupil. Wearing skates, the pacing was more of a figure eight that she glided through, but in her mind it was pacing nonetheless.

Ig had revealed to her the other day after a meeting with the Queen that she had never learned how to skate, an unacceptable state of affairs.

"Wheels possess a great and terrible power. In the wrong feet, they can ruin lives. Think of them like your fire." She paused for a moment. "Actually don't think about them anything like your fire."

She turned and found Ig was sitting cross-legged on the ground, booping a snail. The little slug was slowly crawling over bits of broken circuitry and wiring, swallowing them, and then spitting them onto its back to create a shell. Each time Ig poked it the shell began to glow a different color. As they cycled through, the shell landed on a soft blue and the snail stopped, looked up at Ig, and began to wiggle around in a tiny dance.

Ig clapped their hands to their cheeks and gasped. "They looove it!"

Madeline cleared her throat and Ig swiftly pivoted to face her.

"Yup. I'm listening. Treat wheels like my fire, except don't."

Madeline sighed and smiled. "The most important rule to remember is to have fun out there. Skates are wonderful and with time you could probably even be better than Jonquil."

Madeline turned to head to the start of the training course she had built but remembering something, looked back.

"Oh, one last thing. The citizens of Glavis formally asked me to ask you if you have any history of property destruction wearing skates. Not sure what it's about but do you?"

Ig thought back to the first time she attempted to learn to skate. The details had grown foggy in the fifteen or so years since but there was still one image that stood out to her: of a man standing between her and his pottery shop screaming "PLEASE STOP" while her brother, from behind her, screamed "SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW," or something like that, because she couldn't quite hear over the roaring of the flames in her ears and her own "WHEEEEEE" of delight.

"Nope."