Bastian's training was not getting any easier. To be fair, it hadn't even been a week but Twyla wished it would stop hurting so much. Squats were the least bad and running was still the worst. He increased the distance every day and stood there calm and collected while she hacked up her lungs after every warm up jog. Every time she asked what his secrets were he just told that it was practice. There was obviously some magic going on.
Twyla stumbled back to her room, hoping that Raven had forgotten about curtsy practice. But, there was Raven, grinning wickedly as she lounged in front of Twyla's staircase. Twyla's body drooped.
"Took you long enough," Raven complained. "Let's go."
Twyla knew better than to complain so she spun around and followed Raven. They went back to the empty room. At least there'd be no witnesses to Twyla's poor attempts. Although that meant that no one would see if Raven did anything either…
Twyla's stomach growled.
