Fly To The Stars [Open]

[Miral Valtoris]

Miral found herself standing in the center of the Quidditch Pitch, staring up at the sky, her broom in hand. She'd been there for some time- since the sun had started to set and was now looking up at the stars. It was cold now and she could see her breath in the air, and she had started to lose some feeling in her fingers, but here she stood. Even though it was clear she meant to fly, she wasn't wearing the quidditch uniform, she was just in a pair of jeans and a sweater.

She'd been flying since she was young; it had always been her escape. To imagine flying far and away from everything that felt like shadows that were meant to drag her down. She'd come out here more than a few times to just fly around, and practice some tricks on her own, but lately, it was just... hollow.

She sighed, looking down and rubbing her eyes. She couldn't falter, she had too much riding on her being able to maintain everything she'd done thus far. But.... what did she want from all this? She shook her head, "Get it together, Mira," she chided herself before getting on her broom and kicking off, "A good brisk flight will clear our head of this funk," she murmured, though she didn't take off just yet, seeming almost unsure of her own words.

"Damn it," she swore, gritting her teeth a bit as she tried to get out of her head. She clapped her hands to her cheeks, "Come on!" she said a bit louder, like trying to hype herself up.