Timestamp: Summer 80, 515 AV
Kailey had gotten up early, or at least earlier than most of the drykas seemed to. At least, she didn't see many people milling about a few bells after the moon and the sun turned, alternating who would get to rule the sky. She found the air warm now, that the golden celestial orb had risen higher within the eastern sky. There wasn't much of a breeze to cool the air off, at least not yet, although a few gusts swept through the moving city now and again, rustling the canvas and the leather that made up the tents. For now, Kailey spent her time outside of her own, breathing deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth, preparing herself for her morning's warm up; her daily practice. When she had readied her spirit, Kailey slipped into her favored starting position. She let her right foot slide against the ground and move forward, she stopped it when it was about two feet in front of the left. The left she turned out to the side, so that the toes were directed toward the west, while those of the right remained pointed north. Then, she bent both legs at the knees, but the right leg more so, and leaned into it heavily, allotting most of her weight onto her right foot.
From there, Kailey rotated her upper body, turning it toward the west. Now, only her side was exposed. The fleshy connection between her stomach and her back. She kept her head poised- her gaze directed straight ahead as she raised her arms. Balled each of her hands into tight fists, with the thumb wrapped around the outside of her fingers. She breathed deeply again, in through the nose and out through the mouth as she set each of he hands before her chest. The left falling below the right- they were spaced about four, perhaps five inches apart. Each were held at an angle, that tilted them upward in the direction of either one of her shoulders. The left inching toward the right shoulder, the right, to the left shoulder. From, there, she began to warm her body up, now that she had gotten her starting position down, and rocked her weight from one foot to the other, but made it springy, so that it looked like she were hopping lightly in place as she began to get her blood flowing. When she felt ready, Kailey took another deep breath, and then jabbed at the air ahead of her with her right hand. First once, and then twice, before pulling her hand back into her starting position.
It was now that she could hear the distant rising of the drykas, their intermingling footsteps as she jabbed at the air with her left hand, and then followed up twice with her right hand as she pulled the limb back, and then raised her right leg off the ground. She kept it bent and pulled it into her chest as she began rotating on her planted foot, which now bore all of her weight. Swiftly, she extended the leg as she pivoted, forcing her body to twist around as she straightened the leg out and pointed her toes, performing a lazy, and rather sloppy roundhouse kick. She cut at the air with her leg, before forcing it back on the ground, and quickly following up with an uppercut with her right hand, and then her left hand, before stepping forward, and jabbing at the air in quick secession. One hand and then the other, over and over again, until sweat began to appear on her brow. Her skin glowing within the sun's golden light. There could be no mercy, she knew, for her enemies, so there shouldn't be any for the air when she practiced either. Now should there?.
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Kailey had gotten up early, or at least earlier than most of the drykas seemed to. At least, she didn't see many people milling about a few bells after the moon and the sun turned, alternating who would get to rule the sky. She found the air warm now, that the golden celestial orb had risen higher within the eastern sky. There wasn't much of a breeze to cool the air off, at least not yet, although a few gusts swept through the moving city now and again, rustling the canvas and the leather that made up the tents. For now, Kailey spent her time outside of her own, breathing deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth, preparing herself for her morning's warm up; her daily practice. When she had readied her spirit, Kailey slipped into her favored starting position. She let her right foot slide against the ground and move forward, she stopped it when it was about two feet in front of the left. The left she turned out to the side, so that the toes were directed toward the west, while those of the right remained pointed north. Then, she bent both legs at the knees, but the right leg more so, and leaned into it heavily, allotting most of her weight onto her right foot.
From there, Kailey rotated her upper body, turning it toward the west. Now, only her side was exposed. The fleshy connection between her stomach and her back. She kept her head poised- her gaze directed straight ahead as she raised her arms. Balled each of her hands into tight fists, with the thumb wrapped around the outside of her fingers. She breathed deeply again, in through the nose and out through the mouth as she set each of he hands before her chest. The left falling below the right- they were spaced about four, perhaps five inches apart. Each were held at an angle, that tilted them upward in the direction of either one of her shoulders. The left inching toward the right shoulder, the right, to the left shoulder. From, there, she began to warm her body up, now that she had gotten her starting position down, and rocked her weight from one foot to the other, but made it springy, so that it looked like she were hopping lightly in place as she began to get her blood flowing. When she felt ready, Kailey took another deep breath, and then jabbed at the air ahead of her with her right hand. First once, and then twice, before pulling her hand back into her starting position.
It was now that she could hear the distant rising of the drykas, their intermingling footsteps as she jabbed at the air with her left hand, and then followed up twice with her right hand as she pulled the limb back, and then raised her right leg off the ground. She kept it bent and pulled it into her chest as she began rotating on her planted foot, which now bore all of her weight. Swiftly, she extended the leg as she pivoted, forcing her body to twist around as she straightened the leg out and pointed her toes, performing a lazy, and rather sloppy roundhouse kick. She cut at the air with her leg, before forcing it back on the ground, and quickly following up with an uppercut with her right hand, and then her left hand, before stepping forward, and jabbing at the air in quick secession. One hand and then the other, over and over again, until sweat began to appear on her brow. Her skin glowing within the sun's golden light. There could be no mercy, she knew, for her enemies, so there shouldn't be any for the air when she practiced either. Now should there?.
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