9 - Skating
"Come on, Sestuna-mama, let go!"
Garnet eyes glared stubbornly at her daughter as she pulled herself slowly along. Very, very slowly. She managed another few wobbly steps before her feet disappeared from underneath her, landing on her butt. Again.
She hated ice-skating. The cold numbing her fingers and nose, the clunkiness of the heavy skates – nothing about this was fun. Not to mention the bruises she could feel forming around her ankles, thanks to the boots. Seriously, why did they have to be so damn heavy?
"Just hold my hand," Hotaru insisted once she had staggered back upright.
"Proportionally speaking, I don't think that'll work," she muttered. Even bent over to support herself against the low wall, Setsuna was still a giant compared to Hotaru. A currently wobbly and clumsy one, but still a giant. No way would little Hotaru keep her from falling.
Hotaru frowned, thinking. "I can get Haruka-papa…"
"I don't need help from the show-off," Setsuna cut her off, throwing a dirty look across the rink to the tall blonde. Haruka had already had her fun teasing the Senshi of Time and was currently skating backwards, caught in the middle of her own teaching lesson. A lesson for a certain Sea Senshi that Setsuna knew for a fact was a very skilled ice-skater, even if she was doing a convincing job of proving otherwise.
"Then hold my hand."
She looked at the outstretched hand with unease and grimaced at Hotaru. Purple eyes just simply beamed back at her as she did as she was told. First one hand, then the other, Setsuna left the wall. Completely still and eyes tightly shut, she hung on to the small girl. Carefully, she peeked down at her feet, still placed firmly on the ice under her. She wasn't falling. It was progress.
Progress, until one blonde bunny came careening out from nowhere. Landing her on her ass. Again.
She hated ice-skating.
