"What? You've got what?" She couldn't focus. How did ballerinas do this all the time? Or clowns. Or toddlers. Her head was getting muddled. Honestly, it was becoming kind of routine now, watching the blur that was now her life just spinning by.

She tried closing her eyes---noooo, nope nope, that was worse. Okay, she always saw dancers fix their gaze in one spot. She tried that. A little better. She still couldn't see what Freya had. "I'm pretty worried!" she managed, desperate.