OOCHey, no worries. Hope everything has been going well. Flow, don't think... The words reminded him of his own daily meditations. Eyelashes tinted with the grey of Zulrav's storm clouds fluttered gently as he let his indigo eyes slide shut. He took two deep breaths as the waves ran against his midriff. The Ethaefal's lean chest rose and fell with each inhalation, his pale flesh wet with the sea and shining with the moon's light. The idea was to relax, and let what he had learned before rise up. He felt his muscles loosening, becoming soft and pliable, ready to respond to Quelen's guiding touch. The pressure on one hand told him to step backwards, as they had one before, and then in again. The movements were simple and his limbs lifted more easily in the water. But the sea resisted his movements, the tide pressing against his legs, pulling against the steps, heavy and thick with darkness. I each environment brings its own challenges, he thought, trying not to move to forcefully against the ocean's pressure. The soft moving water and the rustle of the surf against the shore were the only sounds on the beach for a time, as Cilaes attempted to relax while still controlling his body. It was pleasant but he felt as though the silence couldn't continue forever. "Do all Charodae dance like this, Quelen? I don't know much about your people." |