Rings hung upon the tree by her sanctum, softly grabbing them with extending arms only to fall down, no she could not do it, it would not be possible, she never had been capable of getting it right.

Head shaken before starting to run, jumping against every single tree she could find, tumbling through the air, performing every feat of gymnastic skill she had ever learned. Going over to her grip friendly log and starting to lift it, down from the ground, holding it high over her head, and down again. Repeating the process in a long arduous set, then setting off running again, chugging water extending the day as much as she could with a constant glimpse towards the rings set up, trying once more to approach them, arms stretched out, grabbing them only to turn around and start doing pushups until sweat glistens upon her body, barely able to breath. Falling to catch her breath, grabbing the waterskin with a healthy chug.

Forcing herself up, jumping against a tree to grab a branch, starting to perform a series of pullups, not stopping until her arms feels like noodles unable to do even a single motion to carry onwards.
Eyes set up on the night sky, breathing heavily with a slow approach towards the rings once more, enhancement dropped not wanting to cheat the process, wanting to know she could do this on her own, gulping with nervousness as her hands grab hold of the rings with slowly extending arms only to fall down near immediately, to drained to hold on to them. Grunting with an inhale as the symbols around her swirls into her mouth, biting down with rejuvenated muscles.
Simulate basic needs, 5 successes


Grabbing onto them again with rejuvenated strength, feeling the beating of her heart, nervous to no ends, always having wanted to clear this maneuver yet never been able to, never strong enough, lacking the shoulder strength to properly perform it, yet adamant to clear this hurdle for herself. Slowly extending her arms into a simple iron cross and beginning to move her body, only to add to much strength and speed making her fall down once more.
Azarian cross, failure


Groaning with a deep breath, grabbing hold of the rings with a slow motion into the iron cross, holding herself there, pushing back into a pressed together stance and extending her arms again, slowly repeating the process over and over whilst finding her comfort. Straightening her body, legs pressed together and slowly, slowly starting to motion her body around in the slowest speed possible, pressing herself up, holding herself there for a breath and completing the spin with extended arms, licking her lips and speaking.
”Is this long enough?”
Grinning at the little joke, certain it would have flied over most peoples head, swaying back, taking the momentum to jump forward with a tumbling through the air.
Azarian cross, 2 successes

Striking her own chest in a silent scream of momentary happiness, jumping with extended arms, falling down on her knees, tears of happiness streaming over her cheeks finally, finally, after countless failures, having desired to clear it for longer than she cared to admit, long before this was her world. And now, now she could finally say she had done so in earnest, not by enhancing herself, not through cheating but on raw personal skill.
Turning her gaze towards the night sky with a deep smile, all those hours, all those countless nights of training they had truly paid off.
I wish you would have seen this moment.

Grabbing her things, and heading back inside, needing to refuel her abilities not wanting to get caught without them with all the enemies around.