Glass Magic

Chapter 52

Did you think you were done?

        My next few days consisted of going to the slums and buying book after book, I got an apology letter from the Reaper's I couldn't tell which one sent it but I didn't care. I had other things to do than walk on eggshells if they really did get there act together it wasn't a bad idea to marry him, but if they didn't? It'd be the worst thing I could ever do.

       So, with that in mind, I tossed the letter into my fireplace as I packed my trunk. Royalty was too much trouble but high ranked nobility? That was my ideal. Of course, with a library. A scholar was a strong second, if I found a noble of any rank that happened to be a scholar I'd quite possibly propose on spot. Because that was how I was.

      "... What are you doing?" Looking up in surprise I found mom holding a bag that was likely supposed to be going with me. 

       "Practicing flexibility," I said balancing on my forearms with my legs stretching in front of me while I practically folded in half.

      "I don't think that's normal," She said without a hint of remorse while I sighed pushing off my arms, my feet touching the ground just as I moved into a backbend that ended with me on my feet. "That's even weirder, have you ever thought about joining the circus?"

        "Ha. Ha. Ha." I rolled my eyes as I pulled my arms around my back, grabbing the opposite hip in front of me.

     "Now you're just getting freaky," Sighing heavily I let them fall on the proper side.

      "Are you here for a reason or just to criticize me?" 

      "Can't I do both?" She grinned while I stared at her unamused while she waved me off getting to the point. "I brought you a few of your father's scrolls, thought they'd be up your alley with the lack of sense written in them," She hummed while I took the outstretched bag and looked inside it.

       "These... Are common tongue," I raised a brow as I looked up at her having expected... Something else.

        "Oh don't you look at me like I'm stupid, take them and you'll see why I gave them to you, but you can get back to your weird pretend work out," With a look that stated I was gone with her teasing she raised her arms and left me to be. Tossing the bag on my bed with the rest of my stuff I soothly fell to my knees, arching my back and sliding my hands between my thighs for a grip.

        Pulling I slowly inched my way through, grunting I pushed back not able to do it. Rolling onto my stomach carefully I took my ankle and pulled my leg until my foot was flat against the ground. With a shift in weight, I was rounding to my feet again putting my ankle against a chair I dipped into a deep split that began to pull my leg with one hand and shifted off the chair with the other. 

       Contorting this and that way I continued until my bracelet lit up I found my feet and stretched, rolling my shoulder as I glanced over the bags on my bed before tossing them in the spacial truck. 

      I should look into a few more different ways to work with flexibility. Though she says it as a joke, the circus would be a very good idea. Taking the tight ropes and tricks would be helpful in practice. Knife throwing could be useful too. I hate how it's sounding better and better.

     All of it would, in theory, be exponentially useful but picking up a new hobby was not on my to-do list. I hardly had time as it was. If I do my exercise routine while reading it would shave a very large chunk of time that would very likely be equally stuffed with books. But if I could really find a way to do such a thing I would be moving through books and scrolls faster which would add up.

       A lot.

    ... Seems I've picked something else up instead. Sighing I pulled let out a long groan while I put my forehead against the truck. Why do I have to do this to my poor sleep schedule? What did it ever do to me?