Shawn had been a promising gymnast when he was younger. He’d lost interest as he’d gotten older, but he had still been flexible enough to perform a number of events. The muscle memory was firmly embedded. Then he met Carl. Carl had a reputation as a player, but Shawn didn’t really mind. At least until Carl, bored, had used a spell to alter reality very slightly, making a slight change.
Siera didn’t really mind, actually. She hadn’t known better, after all. Funnily enough, her muscle memory was still pretty strong, as she demonstrated during her and Carl’s daily afternooner.
