Uh. I do do track and field, too. My event is the mile.
[So, mostly just running in circles.
Of course, that's when the memory fizzle to the surface.
Rinka, past!Rinka, sparring with her father in a park. No weapons, just their hands (and in Rinka's case, her feet as well). Something had happened. She was upset, angry, because she hadn't been able to do anything. She didn't know which direction to go next. And then something small and fast drops both her father and her.
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[So, mostly just running in circles.
Of course, that's when the memory fizzle to the surface.
Rinka, past!Rinka, sparring with her father in a park. No weapons, just their hands (and in Rinka's case, her feet as well). Something had happened. She was upset, angry, because she hadn't been able to do anything. She didn't know which direction to go next. And then something small and fast drops both her father and her.
Rinka drops her guard in confusion.]