Timestamp: Summer 65, 515 AV
Talya needed to be alone. It was easier now, she found, to find those moments when there were no other people, although the same could not always be said of the animals. It had gotten easier to slip out of the port city; easier to leave everything behind, at least, for a little while. Now she knew more or less where she was going, where to turn, and where things led, and as the sun's light filtered down through the trees, through the empty spaces between the leaves, she found that she felt somewhat happy as she entered a large empty area, a clearing. It was ringed by a series of oak trees, she realized, and its center was set on a slight slope. It was filled with green grass, which flowed easily over a bed of dying soil. It had rained recently, she thought, she could smell it in the air, or perhaps it was nothing more than the morning's dew. A few wild flowers were scattered here and there, some were white, others a deep purple, and others still a vibrant blue. It was perhaps, eight feet all around, and she knew that it would do, so she set her bag against the trunk of a tree, and walked steadily toward the center of the clearing, until she reached the middle.
When she got there, Talya quit moving. She stood still, and took a deep breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth. Then, she wrenched her dagger from its sheath, and held it in the forward grip, in her right hand. From there, she began to slip into a starting position she didn't often employ. She let her right foot slide across the forest floor, until it was about two and a half feet in front of its kin. She kept all of her toes pointed forward. Her left foot, on the other hand, trailed behind the right, and was turned toward the left side of her body- the toes pointing to the northwest, so that it formed a forty-five degree angle or so with her other foot. She had both legs bent at the knee, but the right one far more so than the other, as she had applied most of her weight to her lead foot. Her chest was squared, and directed to the north, ahead of her, and her hands were held in a more defensive position than an offensive one. Her right arm was held at a curve above her head, her left, bent at the elbow and held a few inches in front of her chest, at a diagonal angle. It ran from her right shoulder, down to her left hip. The metal of the blade glinted in the sunlight; she felt like a crane in this position, especially as she pulled her right leg back a little, and then tilted the foot, so that it rested lightly on the toes, most of her weight then shifting to her left foot.
Talya breathed deeply again, she took air in through her nose and then out through her mouth, as slowly, she brought her right arm down, bringing it in front of her chest- in front of her left arm. Then, she jerked it out to the right side, flinging her entire arm with the motion, so that she cut the air behind her, as she shuffled a half step back with her left foot, and then slid her right foot forward again, so that its sole rested once more, against the ground. The leather creaking as it moved, and Talya slid her left hand to her left side, balling the fingers into a fist, as she set it under her armpit, in a protective pocket, meanwhile, her right arm swept back in, and cut across the line of her collarbone, stopping when it reached the area just ahead of the center of her neck. Talya breathed again as she stepped forward, the area from her waist up rotated to her left side, so that she presented less of herself to potential attackers. She smiled as she moved forward, and then guided her right hand out to the right side of her body. When it had extended as far as it would go, she moved the arm inward again, following a line like a crescent to her far shoulder, and then moving it back.
Talya needed to be alone. It was easier now, she found, to find those moments when there were no other people, although the same could not always be said of the animals. It had gotten easier to slip out of the port city; easier to leave everything behind, at least, for a little while. Now she knew more or less where she was going, where to turn, and where things led, and as the sun's light filtered down through the trees, through the empty spaces between the leaves, she found that she felt somewhat happy as she entered a large empty area, a clearing. It was ringed by a series of oak trees, she realized, and its center was set on a slight slope. It was filled with green grass, which flowed easily over a bed of dying soil. It had rained recently, she thought, she could smell it in the air, or perhaps it was nothing more than the morning's dew. A few wild flowers were scattered here and there, some were white, others a deep purple, and others still a vibrant blue. It was perhaps, eight feet all around, and she knew that it would do, so she set her bag against the trunk of a tree, and walked steadily toward the center of the clearing, until she reached the middle.
When she got there, Talya quit moving. She stood still, and took a deep breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth. Then, she wrenched her dagger from its sheath, and held it in the forward grip, in her right hand. From there, she began to slip into a starting position she didn't often employ. She let her right foot slide across the forest floor, until it was about two and a half feet in front of its kin. She kept all of her toes pointed forward. Her left foot, on the other hand, trailed behind the right, and was turned toward the left side of her body- the toes pointing to the northwest, so that it formed a forty-five degree angle or so with her other foot. She had both legs bent at the knee, but the right one far more so than the other, as she had applied most of her weight to her lead foot. Her chest was squared, and directed to the north, ahead of her, and her hands were held in a more defensive position than an offensive one. Her right arm was held at a curve above her head, her left, bent at the elbow and held a few inches in front of her chest, at a diagonal angle. It ran from her right shoulder, down to her left hip. The metal of the blade glinted in the sunlight; she felt like a crane in this position, especially as she pulled her right leg back a little, and then tilted the foot, so that it rested lightly on the toes, most of her weight then shifting to her left foot.
Talya breathed deeply again, she took air in through her nose and then out through her mouth, as slowly, she brought her right arm down, bringing it in front of her chest- in front of her left arm. Then, she jerked it out to the right side, flinging her entire arm with the motion, so that she cut the air behind her, as she shuffled a half step back with her left foot, and then slid her right foot forward again, so that its sole rested once more, against the ground. The leather creaking as it moved, and Talya slid her left hand to her left side, balling the fingers into a fist, as she set it under her armpit, in a protective pocket, meanwhile, her right arm swept back in, and cut across the line of her collarbone, stopping when it reached the area just ahead of the center of her neck. Talya breathed again as she stepped forward, the area from her waist up rotated to her left side, so that she presented less of herself to potential attackers. She smiled as she moved forward, and then guided her right hand out to the right side of her body. When it had extended as far as it would go, she moved the arm inward again, following a line like a crescent to her far shoulder, and then moving it back.