Post by SheigTiire on Jul 10, 2005 18:03:55 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]It was very early in the morning, the sun lighting the sky with its bleary wakefullness, but not even beginning to fiddle with the idea of getting up from its soft bed in the clouds. The grass was wet with the pixie spit that was dew, and the training grounds where all but silent in the morning mists; among the earliest of the early birds, and the laziest of the morning crickets, there was a young (but far from adolescent) elf-girl.
She had awoken not to long ago, having gone to bed so early the night before. Not that it had really been (all) her choice, she had fallen asleep near the stream, her head resting on the lap of the carven statue of Efion.
Feeling extremely refreshed and perky for one that wakes up utterly damp with a cramp in her side, she had quickly changed into a pair of linen drawstring pants and a short-cut loose tee-shirt she had traded her extremely expensive dress to a peasant for. (That and breakfast: a hunk of extremly tasty bread with nicley aged cheese sliced onto it)
Afterwards, Sheynaliyah had tied her hair back into a very long french braid and came here: to work out. First she streched, then jogged around the perameter, to a quick break to get a drink, and continued on with a series of high kicks, push-ups, pull-ups (on a tree) and several bouncing while punching invisible people maneuvers.
She was extremley happy, and one would guess so was the poor old peasant woman that could now trade in the dress for enough gold to leave her husband, become a noblewoman.
The day was off to a good start.[/glow]
She had awoken not to long ago, having gone to bed so early the night before. Not that it had really been (all) her choice, she had fallen asleep near the stream, her head resting on the lap of the carven statue of Efion.
Feeling extremely refreshed and perky for one that wakes up utterly damp with a cramp in her side, she had quickly changed into a pair of linen drawstring pants and a short-cut loose tee-shirt she had traded her extremely expensive dress to a peasant for. (That and breakfast: a hunk of extremly tasty bread with nicley aged cheese sliced onto it)
Afterwards, Sheynaliyah had tied her hair back into a very long french braid and came here: to work out. First she streched, then jogged around the perameter, to a quick break to get a drink, and continued on with a series of high kicks, push-ups, pull-ups (on a tree) and several bouncing while punching invisible people maneuvers.
She was extremley happy, and one would guess so was the poor old peasant woman that could now trade in the dress for enough gold to leave her husband, become a noblewoman.
The day was off to a good start.[/glow]