Taking the Floor

The moment my feet touched down on this smooth blue surface, a jolt rushed right up to my beak! I planted my sandals firmly, squared my shoulders, and gave a sharp, confident stretch. Right before me stood a delicate white chair crafted just for a champion. With a grand, theatrical hop, I stepped forward and rested my hand right upon its curved backrest. Solid! Well, paper-solid, but undeniably mine. The arena is set, and I have officially arrived!