Timestamp: 74th of Fall, 511 AV
Tonight’s moonlit rooftop had been carefully selected by the little spider. It was one she found herself drawn to her repeatedly; it was sturdy and difficult for humans to get to. Additionally, the roof was peaked with one flat board running the length to get her a small flat surface to stand upon. It had taken her well over half the season to locate this gem and she intended to make it her preferred roof, never mind what the occupants thought.
Standing on the front edge of the roof looking down at the street below, Shai ascertained her relative privacy. As always there were a handful of people going about their dubious business in the shadows provided by the sun’s absence. Dragging a step back, running her bare feet along the board to get a feel for its grain, Shai withdrew a large fan from within her black cloak. She unlatched the catch with a quick slip of her thumb claw and then only a flick of her wrist the fan flew open making an unusually loud clack when it reached full bloom. Shrugging off her cloak she laid it gently down in front of her across the roof’s peak.
The lithe thief allowed herself a shiver as a crisp fall breeze swept by; tussling small wisps of hair free from her long charcoal braid. Placing her feet toe to heel with microscopic hooks tentatively extended for balance she began to shift through the simplest forms of fan meditation. The movements were jerky, clearly unpracticed and they seemed to follow no definite tempo even though they looked as though they should have. Several times the form involved a closed fan and she would jerk it shut only to clatter it open again in the next step. It wasn’t exceptionally loud, certainly not more so than an average conversation, but in the night it said it an awkward beat. The snickering of the fan would most likely hide the sound of any small creature that decided to slither up on the rogue.
Widening her feet along the plank, Shai clicked the fan shut and gripped it between her teeth; her meditative state wasn’t coming easily so she shifted into pure practice. Bending backwards she fell into a back bend, her balance supplemented by her racial abilities, with hands planted along the wood. After holding it for a few chimes she pushed off with her feet and sent herself into a momentary handstand before falling back into an upright crouch. It was a sloppy landing, her feet should have been close but instead she was in a low crouch. No matter she would work on her landings more later, on a better surface. Taking her fan again she tapped it open and stood upright in her low crouch, one hand foreword in a rigid upright angle and her back hand held the fan in an opposite angle pointed downwards. She held the position and intended to continue doing so until her muscled complained.