Geralt wasted no time in obliging Miss Ivory. He knew she was determined to get this down, just as she had been with her part. With any luck, they would only need an hour or two of practice tomorrow before taking the stage.

As soon as she steadied herself, he disappeared from view in a plume of black smoke, reappeared behind her, and sent her to where he had been standing. Because they would be switching places in the act, he wanted to make sure this was covered as well. In fact, he found the switch to be a bit easier than just sending her willy-nilly, although neither put him out at all.

The two continued at this for a while with Geralt and Ivory trading places and with him sending her out farther and farther, even beyond the confines of the tent. The  repetition soon became boring for him, but he kept at it, knowing that a smooth transition would be the best possible start for his show. No need to undermine himself, after all.

Once Ivory was satisfied that she had grasped the physics of the displacement, she let Geralt know and he was quite relieved to be through with it. To his surprise, however, Ivory had actually done much better than he anticipated. Although, she was a dancer and an athlete, so she had the strengths to contend with the nausea already. Lucien had somehow played the right card when he made the decision to partner the two of them.

He brushed his hands together as the two completed their last successful switch, and called across the tent to Ivory, [color=crimson]"I suppose we should call it here for the day, reconvene tomorrow for one more round before the finale?" [/color]