Prompt #2 'Summoner' at braskaandhismen at livejournal. Beta-read by 47thlight. Enjoy!

He bows. He leaps. He falls. He screams.

And then the whole cycle begins again.

He bows. He leaps. He falls. He screams.

...it's excruciating, watching him start and fail, again and again.

He bows...

But the solemn, low arch of his back is not for some mere mortal. He bows for them, and them alone.

...he leaps...

And the leap is more than a jump. He flies forward in a graceful arc, a leap of faith. His dance is an offering; he throws away all dignity, all self respect just to bring honour to them. It's an intimate gift, as his body moves in fluid motions, his staff drawing glittering wisps of pyreflies behind him.

...he falls...

He keeps dancing. Dancing and dancing, until he drops. It's not a missed step, not a moment of lapsed concentration. No, it's exhaustion. That's what it seems like anyway. But sometimes it looks like he has thrown himself forward fully and completely, without grace or coordination, as if expected some invisible hands to catch him...

...he screams.

But the hands never do. And he flies forward into the cold, hard dirt, but from the slow, agonising scream he lets out, it's almost as if he's falling off the sheer cliffs of Mt Gagazet into the dark abyss below.

And then you can't help but question the distances summoners will go for their faith.

Thoughts? If so, a review would be nice... Just saying... :P