On thin ice

Poetry session

Before our free skate Hayden suggested that Ada and I take a relaxer to bond beforehand, as per usual. This time I have no issues saying yes, it would be good for me to calm my nerves before the big leagues. I know it's not all about winning, but I still want to. It would be amazing to perform the jump of my dreams, especially for everyone to witness. Although with my physical injuries and where my recovery is at, I don't think i'll be in top form in just two weeks.
The days ticked by before the performance and time is running out, meaning its date night tonight! Since Ada surprised me last time, this time I get to surprise her, and I have something wonderful planned. Since I like drawing and she likes writing, i've set up a little something to incorporate both our hobbies.
I call Ada over for our little get together and she arrives at around six pm, entering my dorm with a swift swing of the door.
"Whats all this?" She questions, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. I've clearly piqued her interest.
Her eyes dart across my room, taking in the display. I'm sitting on a pretty pink stool beside my easel, my supplies sprawled out around me. At my desk which I pushed closer to me lies a notebook and a pen, ready for Ada to pour out her thoughts onto.
"It's our date!"
"Whatcha planning on is doing?" She asks me, which is a reasonable question.
"Im going to play a song, you'll write how it makes you feel, then i'll paint the imagery. Your descriptions are always so vivid, I just needed a chance to paint one."
"Sounds...Fun?"
"Is that a question?" I say, a little sad shes not more excited.
"Oh! Im sorry, I do think it's a neat idea, let's start."
"Ok!", I say, feeling a little better now, "Let me just play the song."
The angelic piano balled echoes throughout the room, it's etherial sound whispering sweet nothings in out ears. Adas pen begins to flow in time with the music, her and the piano in perfect harmony. Eventually the balled takes its final breath and leaves just Ada and my notebook. She quickly wraps up, and lets me read it so I can paint. It feels intimate to read this, like she's sharing a part of her soul with me.

In a glowing forest, clean and bright,
I see the trees adorned in white.
Through gentle flurries I spot your face,
Your stance, your poise, are filled with grace.
In vivid colours, the landscape glows,
harmony and love, the forest knows.
The wind whispers the cold air,
creating a world rich and rare.
Our souls in perfect harmony,
lost in the beauty of being free.
Amidst the frosty forest, our story unfolds,
in the wintery land where passion is told.
Natures choir sings, we're frozen in time,
and now I know, that this love is mine.

After reading the poem I take a minute to absorb the material, and Ada eagerly awaits my response. It's truly beautiful what her mind can do, and it feel's especially breathtaking when her poetry includes me.
"Ada, it's lovely." I say with genuine appreciation. I'm glad she decided to participate, it lead to something elegantly whimsical being written.
"Thank you Dee-Dee, now can I watch you paint it?" She asks, excitedly flapping her hands a little. It's a cute habit of hers, she sometimes just can't contain how happy she is and needs too.
"Sure!" I answer, and she begins watching me paint. She watches my each meticulous brush stroke as I coat the canvas in a base layer of off whites and light blues, and slowly building the basic shape of the trees. This intimate exchange of ideas continues for a while. I add things in one detail at a time until eventually I step back, and take it in as a whole. Ada claps in awe.
"Great job D! You really brought my vision to life."
"Thanks!" I say, as we begin cleaning up. We wipe away wild paint splatters and put away the easel and paints, returning things to their usual positions. Eventually we finish up and Ada says goodbye. Im excited for tomorrow: No matter what happens, I know i'll be the happiest girl alive after.