Valley (1) - Chapter 12

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«Great, keep it up Sentinekka!» the Skater exclaims enthusiastically. Two days have passed, and her young student has already learned to skate beautifully. The two go across the ice and chuckle every time they make eye contact.

«You could even participate in our annual skating competitions! Even if I'm always the one who wins! But they are made for entertainment purposes, there are no prizes!» the teacher suggests her. Sentinekka shakes her head to say "no". «It would be nice, but I don't think it's my thing... I hope it's not a problem!».

The other one smiles and exclaims:«Not a problem for sure! Everyone has their own passions!».

Now Sentinekka no longer knows what gives more freedom: skating or flying? Both things are natural and unique, two different and so wonderful activities.

In her old Village she was never able to do those things.

Their lakes don't freeze often, but a lot of snow always falls every winter. Even when it's not winter! Sentinekka loved going to play in the snow with Symphony and her friends... She can't wait to go home. Oh, she can barely imagine what she would do to see her parents again...

«Sentinekka, be careful!» the Skater calls her. «If you fell I would never forgive myself».

In fact, the Child must remember to stop when something comes to her mind. Skater is right, it could end badly. Her feet move gracefully across the ice. She is used to not wearing shoes or boots even in the coldest rain or freezing snow.

«You are right, sorry!» the thirteen-year-old exclaims, and then stops in front of that golden statue that stands on the track.

She looks at the golden material it is made of and at the precision of every detail.

«The statue is cute, right?» Skater asks while stopping next to her. Sen' nods, amazed.

«Who is the figure represented?» she asks, curious.

«He is the first of the Valley's twins!».

Sen' looks at her, amazed. «Sah?».

«Yeah». The Skater widens her eyes after a few seconds. «Do you know his name?!».

«Uhm... Yes, an old friend of mine told me».

«An old friend?».

«Yes». 

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