Isola Rin
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2018
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- 138
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Tython
To the left was clear.
To the right was clear.
She had made sure to leave her boots behind, her bare feet were silent against the cool stone floors of the temple as she made her way down the hall, her presence just like a wisp of wind as she rounded the corners. The light of the moon took the girl's attention for only a moment as her eyes traced the shadows it caste and soon she was where she wanted to be. For a moment, Loa could feel her Master's disapproving look as she stepped onto the padded mat of the sparring room. It was large, dimly light, plenty of room to spread out, but empty except for herself.
Loa would call it habit by now, middle of the night practices as she focused on her drills and the alignment of her body, feeling where she needed to stand. The girl walked over to a bin, staffs jutted from its opening, most, if not all, were lazily put away, tangled with one another as Loa tried to find one that was more loose than the other. None were budging and the girl pulled a little harder with still not success. So Loa inhaled and let out a long breath to calm her annoyance, yanking one of the poles from the bin, only to pull all of them out, and letting a loud clash of wood and metal as it sprawled along the floor.
The dark haired girl grimaced, freezing on point until she waited for the echoes to settle and to see if anyone would come to investigate. Though when no one immediately came, she concluded she was in the clear again and went to the center of the mat, staff at hand, warming up her arms for midnight practice.
@Nefieslab
To the left was clear.
To the right was clear.
She had made sure to leave her boots behind, her bare feet were silent against the cool stone floors of the temple as she made her way down the hall, her presence just like a wisp of wind as she rounded the corners. The light of the moon took the girl's attention for only a moment as her eyes traced the shadows it caste and soon she was where she wanted to be. For a moment, Loa could feel her Master's disapproving look as she stepped onto the padded mat of the sparring room. It was large, dimly light, plenty of room to spread out, but empty except for herself.
Loa would call it habit by now, middle of the night practices as she focused on her drills and the alignment of her body, feeling where she needed to stand. The girl walked over to a bin, staffs jutted from its opening, most, if not all, were lazily put away, tangled with one another as Loa tried to find one that was more loose than the other. None were budging and the girl pulled a little harder with still not success. So Loa inhaled and let out a long breath to calm her annoyance, yanking one of the poles from the bin, only to pull all of them out, and letting a loud clash of wood and metal as it sprawled along the floor.
The dark haired girl grimaced, freezing on point until she waited for the echoes to settle and to see if anyone would come to investigate. Though when no one immediately came, she concluded she was in the clear again and went to the center of the mat, staff at hand, warming up her arms for midnight practice.
@Nefieslab