by Sairque on November 6th, 2010, 9:56 pm
The string twanged and the arrow took off, Sai, bow still lifted, rubbed her right eye. Leaving it open for the long periods it took her to aim was leaving it dry and itchy. Blearily, she blinked, gazing around while waiting for it to clear. Addy shook off, hair defying gravity and body twisting this way and that, Sai looked back to the target. The way she had been moving made her breasts look like deflating bladders, Sai smiled at her unvoiced retort. Addy was still pouting and would not take the comment in good nature. Another arrow was knocked. Maybe this one would be the bullseye.
"I'm sorry, your voice is lovely," Aidara apologized, sincerely and awkwardly.
Sairque, inquisitive eyes lifting from her raw finger tips, regarded her with one quirked eyebrow. A single shoulder shrug, lifted and dropped, answered. The pink skin, injured by the sun and no doubt a displeasure to the wearer, for what would she ever find to match that exact shade, wasn't commented on either.
"Don't worry about it, cranky pants, I'm not made of porcelain," she teased comfortably, rubbing her thumb over the sensitized flesh of the top most flexion lines on her middle and ring fingers. The hand dropped and she headed over to retrieve her arrows. For a few of them she had to wander around behind the target until they were spotted in the grass. Inspecting the tips, she made her way back to where Addy had been left.
"Do you still want to practice?" Sai had left her bow leaning against the back of the target, protected from any stray arrows or rough housing bodies. The quiver was offered to her sister so she wouldn't have to go back and forth so many times. "I'm gonna stretch for a bit, rest my arms."
To the side of the chute, Sai started the aforementioned stretching. Upper body first. Arms, back, abs, shoulders, chest. It took quite a while to get through them all, having to hold each position for a count of one hundred. Body string-like and malleably relaxed, the girl tilted forward into a hand stand. The first time she fell, it was a graceful roll forward, the momentum of her body carrying her all the way back to her feet. The second time she fell, went much the same way. The third time she fell, her body pitched sideways like a dead tree. Bounding to her feet, eyes furtively cast this way and that for onlookers, she brushed herself off. Ahem.
By the sixth handstand, the great feat of keeping her hands under her shifting weight was discovered and led to a great breakthrough in crumpling straight down onto her head repeatedly.
"Oneday I wished upon a star
And woke up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me."