A Firm Grip

The stillness broke when warmth surged down my arm. My fingers tightened with intention around the looped golden cord, feeling its smooth texture. Turning slightly, I braced my feet against the clear acrylic surface and pressed the rim of my round shield gently against the clear edge of the riser, testing the resistance of this platform. The surrounding figures remained quiet and motionless, while balance and resolve settled steadily within me.