by Taithrosa Eldytia on December 28th, 2011, 4:05 am
Taithrosa sat with the sand around his body feeling the gentle touch of the crystalian rock. He focused first on the muscles in his legs. He remembered that from his previous life that one wanted the muscles to be limber and ready for praticing. He stretched his left leg out and then his right leg spreading them wide, not so that they were doing the split, but enough that he was stretching the muscles in his legs. Starting on the right side he extended his arm. He pulled his body forward with the movement and held it for a moment to allow the muscles to stretch.
After a moment of holding that position he with drew his arm slowlly back until he was once again sitting up. He then moved down the left leg, taking the same care to move slowlly so that he didn't pull anything but so that he forces his muscles to begin to lossen up. Taithrosa was naturally flexible but he wanted to stay flexiable. He soon had his arm and hand stretched to its max and felt that tingling of the muscles that said the flexing was working. He then slowlly withdrew from that position and stretched forward until he could feel the ligamints stretching in his body.
The Akalak looking son of Leth laid on his back, the saphire skin of his back feeling the sand beneath it as he bent his leg at the knee and stretched switching between legs until he fel that his legs were stretched. He sat back up and then stood up to contiune his stretches. He made sure he covered all of the cirital areas including his calfs, thighs, and moving upwards to include his arms and and shoulders.
He paused after the stretching and swipped some of the sand off of his body. The silver eyes looked at the water for a moment and then began to run along the beach.
Do you think that you could ever, Through all eternity,
Find out the generation Where Gods began to be?
Or see the grand beginning, Where space did not extend?
Or view the last creation, Where Gods and matter end?
Me thinks the Spirit whispers, “No man has found ‘pure space,’
Nor seen the outside curtains, Where nothing has a place.”
~ If You Could Hie To Kolob