Xperia 2.1


Behind Arellia was a young man, roughly the same age or so he looked, approached her. His hands held up as if that was to calm her. He was tall, skinny from the way his clothes hung loose from his shoulders, and skin was kissed golden by the sun. His face was chiseled with dark stubble to match his dark hair and eyes.

“Stay there” Arellia warned him. He paused in his tracks. She felt attracted to this man, his face had an appeal that drew her eyes in, but she wasn’t about to trust him. She should have picked a stupid guardian.

“I’m here to help” He was the first to say it. Though not that it mattered now, how could he help her?

“No you can’t” she shook her head. A screeched echoed in the distance. It was followed by another human cry. “I don’t think anyone can”.

“There are worse things here, I will take you back to the castle in the morning” His tone had picked up a slight urgency. It sent Arellia’s heart pounding.

“What could be worse than that?” she didn’t know what it was. It had killed, and continued to kill so many people that had been left out here.

“Let’s go” she had been so distracted by the noises that came from the forest, that she had not noticed him step close enough to touch her. He caught her wrist, and pulled her into the brush.


To be continued… 


Xperia 2.0


Her eyes squeezed shut while the cold that had touched her cheek seemed to sweep underneath her, and carry her somewhere. If she was to die shouldn’t she be brave, face it head on? It wasn’t like she was never going to die. This was a concept she shouldn’t be frightened of anymore.

Yet she was.

The chill placed her back in the ground. Then nothing. All was gone except for the sound of her own breathing. Her body relaxed, and her eyes unpinched.

Arellia was deep in the forest. She couldn’t even see the city wall over the trees from where she was. A soft crunch of grass made her gasp, and twist to face her back.


To be continued… 

Xperia 1.9


Arellia stepped out of the box room, and her ears were greeted with the soft crunch of grass. Her nose could smell damp dirt. The little hairs on her arms began to prickles, and her eyes widened when she saw the forest that lay beyond her walls.

The door slammed shut behind her, then a mini fake wall swap d over the top preventing her return. Her heart beat loud in her ears, and sweat glazed her palms. This was what she had done to the criminals of the city. No room for them in the city walls to lock them up so she sent them out as soldiers.

A cry of what sounded like a small group of men erupted the forest peace a little way ahead of her. Then she noticed other doors opening, more people came out. They wore the same horrendously uncomfortable garment that she did, but they didn’t hesitate to walk on. Arellia approached one of the men that had come out.

“Excuse me” that sounded far too meek for where she was.

“What?” he was a gruff man, beard, dirty skin, and maybe even just a touch of pink eye. Arellia stepped back when he turned. He was much taller than her, and bulkier too.

“Nevermind” Arellia back tracked from her plan of asking what to do. She tried to remember what she had signed for them to do. She attempt to turn back towards the wall, and slip back in when another person comes out.

“Come on, this way” The man snapped up her wrist, and dragged her into the shadows of the forest. The sudden wariness dawned on her that she had no idea what crime he had been sentenced. Then again he didn’t know about her either. “If you stay by the wall you’ll die, they always die”. He started rambling. She heard screams, and a crunch in the distance. “It’s already started”. No one really knew what was out here, they had been sealed in by the wall for centuries. All knowledge of it lost. Arellia really wished she had spent more resources into their ancestral artifacts, and documents. Another scream, followed by a higher pitched scream. “It’s coming, we have to move quicker, only got one chance” Arellia looked back at the man. One chance? He whipped her around and pressed her front to a tree. His dirty body sweated onto her, as he started ripping her clothes.

“Are you a fool!?” she started screaming, but he covered her mouth with a grungy hand making her cringe. His breath was just as foul as the rest of him.

“Shush, one last go before I die, yeah?” she didn’t get the chance to mumble through his hand. A high pitched whispering passed over him, and all she saw was shadow. His weight was removed from her body, and she slumped to the ground. The forest was eerie quiet. Did she dare turn around? Her heart was beating hard against her chest, and her skin felt contaminated. Something cold touched her cheek, and she couldn’t stop the flinch that followed.


To be continued… 

Xperia 1.8


She was carried into a room over the Captains shoulders. It was barron of all windows, and painted black with one single ceiling built light directly in the middle of the room. It was empty, apart from a single locker, and another door on the other side.

“Get changed, you have one minute” The captain threw her into the room against the single locker.

“Is that going to be enough time?” Arellia asked. She regained her balance, and snatched at the locker door. All that was inside was a black, old, and muddy one piece bodysuit that zipped up the front.

“Doesn’t matter you’ll be going out that door even if you’re not” he replied. He turned swiftly, his lack of patience offended her so she continued her little mind game.

“I meant for you” she tugged off her cloak, and shuffled the rest of her dress from her body. It was an expensive dress, it was shocking that who she was still had not come to mind. Or maybe he didn’t care. He didn’t act like he didn’t care though. He paused at the door to look back at her. He watched the dress fall, and her naked body exposed to him while she peeled the clothes from the locker onto her skin. It itched. It stunk. It was anything but appealing, but his eyes widened like something had crossed his mind. “I thought you said I only had a minute?”.

“You do…” he sounded unsure, but he left the room anyway. A second later the door on the other side buzzed open. Arellia had no idea where she was, or what was beyond that door. The silence that lay beyond it unnerved her, but she would not allow fear to control her body.

She stepped towards the questionable door without hesitation.


To be continued… 

EAAC 2017 – Is over. 

It’s finished. This includes the journey home yesterday, which was just as fun, but a little sad, because I want more! I wish the weekend would repeat!


It was nice returning to my pole fitness classes at Inversion with all this information. It was just spilling out of me like word vomit to my instructor.

I also thought my body was focused for practice, even information was coming out of me, I felt like I understood why I couldn’t do certain things.

I did manage this though. Apologies for the belly.

I also feel closer to the two beautiful friends I had with me. We had a lot of fun together, and we shared a massage train that others just would never understand. LOL!

It’s the same picture from earlier. I will need to get a new one! Oh! And I’m looking forward to michaellas video from EAAC.

EAAC 2017 – Day 3 complete.

Goodbye EAAC. It was sadly my first, and last aerial convention in Edinburgh. Since aerial edge have decided they want to go down a different route. It was an absolutely amazing experience, I learned alot about myself, and about the arts that I tried out over the weekend.

Calloused hands from aerial. 

Today was my full on aerial day, and I definitely enjoyed this day the most. I’m still as stiff as a board because of my thighs. I still managed though.

My first lesson was straps. Which was really interesting, but at the same time quite hard. I can’t tell if it was because I was tired, or something else but during a spin my brain couldn’t quite get around the idea of my legs movement. Obviously with practice I would eventually get it. Unfortunately I only had an hour of it.

The teacher was the same teacher I had for handstands, and again he was full of really useful information that I could take home with me. I learned quite quickly that my legs is my weak point, and what I need to condition to fix that. As well as how. I’ve always had lazy legs… Now I know how to stop them being lazy.

He also went through some very good information about the muscles in my back which may need work.

After straps it was corde Lisse. The poor tutor was losing his voice, but he still made sure that we heard him. He basically explained that most things that can be done in silks is similar to corde Lisse or rope if you prefer to call it that.

It was fun, though ouch it burns, and is rather uncomfortable on the feet, so if you ever try it be prepared.

After corde Lisse it was trapeze. Now I foolishly thought that trapeze was very similar to hoop, and that it might not be worth doing so I booked on as a there was nothing really left to book on to. I WAS SO WRONG.

Trapeze was really good, I improved my pike so much from that one hour alone. Plus yes some of the moves are similar to hoop but in a different sense. Like bird roll. In hoop your arms are brought down the hoop so you can roll, whereas trapeze has the same roll but the hands have to be placed down on the bar. Which means… You have to balance… Momentarily… And hopefully don’t go backwards mean you would land in the same position just the roll goes forwards not backwards.

Plus the teacher was very informative. She knew where to spot, when to spot, and who to spot the most. What I especially liked was that my friend who was in the same class as me at the time was able to pike up onto the trapeze. She is perfectly capable of the moves asked of her, just getting onto the apparatus through pike, is a little challenging. But the teacher taught her what it was she needed to do, and got her up there perfectly fine. Then she could join in with the rest of the class.

My next class was cube. Which is very similar to hoop again. Except you could literally grab anywhere, and that could be good and bad at the same time.

Also being short is not great, I almost didn’t fit in the cube because I was too short =( damn short legs! But it was really fun. There were flexi, and none flexi options which was good for me as my flexibility is not all there yet. YET. key word. Plus the tutor was really funny, and constantly made us laugh so it was really good to do.

The only problem I had was my stomach decided it was going to become a little bit wobbly. That’s not a good feeling to have when your next class is quite literally the apparatus well known in the convention for making people sick.

Spanish Web. It’s sort of like corde Lisse. But with a loop at the top, and someone (a setter?) is at the bottom spinning it. This is were team work comes into play.

The setter has to be able to control the rope, while you’re spinning and making shapes. You could quite literally get tangled in the rope if you’re not really working together.

Also with you spinning, dizziness is an issue, especially if you can’t recover enough to control yourself halfway up the rope.

It was amazing to spin! Just keep your eyes on your hand, and ignore the rushing image around it. That should help keep focus, though it may not stop the sickness. Don’t shut your eyes! 

The instructor was really helpful, and listened well to the students if they asked him to stop. He was also very patient with us as well which was a nice bonus. 

That was sadly the last of my EAAC. I have learned lots of things, about myself, about the disciplines that I’m doing. I also gained a little bit of motivation. Not that I lost any, just its nice to have a boost. 

EAAC 2017 – Day 2 complete! 

I have four words to sum up today. HOLY SHIT MY THIGHS. I’m quite an active, and strong person, however I’ve obviously been using muscles that aren’t used to the particular exercises I have been doing this weekend so all of me is sore. What makes my thighs the worst part to be sore is that Edinburgh is full of hills, and stairs. I suddenly feel like Po from kung-fu panda. I still gave everything I planned a go though so… I’ll probably be worse tomorrow. My energy levels are fine but my muscles have decided “woah wait this ain’t normal!”. Damn it body! 

Today we started on Cyr Wheel which is really fun. Now anyone who is an aerialist in say example silks, or hoop like myself it was really awkward to get my head around. Well not my head, more my body.

I was hearing the explanations, and understanding what I had to do. Applying that in action was the tricky part. Trying to not pull it over my head while sitting into the position was a lot more complicated than it looks.

The teacher just made it look so easy, his instructions were very clear, and detailed. However, this is obviously a discipline that takes longer than a single hour to get. As much as he helped adjust my form, and knew where I was going wrong, my spins were making small maybe even tiny improvements, I still didn’t get more than a one half spin.

Plus sinking into my knees… Is apparently an issue for my thigh muscles right now.

Which is another huge problem as my next class was Acrobatics. I suppose I deserve this punishment.

Acrobatics was really interesting, especially since the instructor, a lovely guy, explained why we were to practice the techniques we did.

My pole instructor would be so proud of me I did a backwards roll. Yes it happened! I have never been able to backwards roll without risk of breaking my neck.

I also think I may be closer to my handstands which I’m so happy about! But the funniest, and I think best moment that takes today was when we had to backwards roll up into a Handstand.

This was hysterical because the instructor came to help, and no word of a lie I was dangled in the air like a fish it was absolutely hysterical! The moment I lifted my legs to push up, he and michaella grabbed a leg each, and lifted. Well all control was literally off my hands. I’m not even exaggerating.

As a witness, and Handstand partner in this practice, michaella didn’t believe me until he did the exact same to her. We were giggling for most of that hour.

Once lunch hit I was possibly a very sore mess.

It didn’t get worse in my next class though. Actually I was very comfortable in my next class. Silks intermediate L1. I had a very patient, and thorough teacher. She went through our climbs to see roughly where abouts we were in level.

I am also really pleased to be taking home at least one slack drop under my belt. I have been really hoping to try a drop in silks for a while, but due to height it’s not really possible. What surprised me was that some of the other girls with me who practiced longer, and more regular were neater but couldn’t do some of the stuff I had already done. It just means that I just need to refine my lines and movements.

I was perfectly happy after that class. Until tumbling.

Now, don’t get my wrong the teacher was lovely, she just was quite narrow in her things for you to do? I think that’s how I want to say it… Maybe… I don’t want to come across as mean but this was what I experienced. She was perfectly patient, and happy.

But she would tell you to do a roll in a set way, and that was it. If you couldn’t do it, there wasn’t much adjust this hand there or, ok well maybe do it this way instead if that’s not comfortable for you.

A couple times on backwards rolls which I can’t do on a normal day, but I managed them today in acrobatics because the technique to protect my head and neck worked for me. However the only way of backwards rolling she taught us was one I seriously can’t do. The sad bunny hands by your head I can’t do it. And twice my neck crunched under me…

I was sore, I don’t usually give up on something like this except I’m in a lot of pain already, and my neck was now adding to that list of pain. I don’t want to cut my weekend short with an injury. So, I skipped a couple of the combos she had the class go through that involved backwards rolls to protect myself.

Another thing I noticed was an old injury I have had for years was totally fine in everything else aerial. And was fine until a particular roll in tumbling made it spike. This has never happened before but the pain lingered that I almost gave in to a limp, I had to walk off the pain.

By the time the class was ending I just wanted it to end, I was in a lot of pain, new parts of me was hurting, and I wasnt particularly enjoying that I felt like I had to sit out because I couldn’t do it unless I snapped my neck.

In a small way I was a little bit gutted. I just wanted to go to the hostel, and nap. I didn’t, and still haven’t. I was bucked up by my next class Chinese pole.

Chinese pole was definitely different to the usual pole I do in the climb. In Reiko climb for normal pole you want to fully push your body weight away from the pole to create I suppose you could call it a lock. As your weight is locked in a limbo between your arms (fully extended) holding onto the pole, and you legs pushing your butt away. On Chinese pole it was different. Arms needed a slight bend to keep them engaged while at the same time pulling away. And you don’t want to push down but sort of at an angle. It is really odd to explain, and after one lesson I can’t explain it.

It was really good though, and you could apply some of the normal pole knowledge to the Chinese pole. Not all of it, but some of it.

What I realised with this weekend was that I am a pole and Aerial baby. I’ll do aerial, pole, and handstands. But please no more floor rolls. I can’t cope with them. My strengths definitely lie in the pole or aerial, my body is not adjusted to things like acro. However I would only have learned that through giving it a try. I don’t say that because I couldnt do them, I say it because I didn’t enjoy them as much.