Post by Nen on Aug 7, 2022 8:07:04 GMT -6
Before meeting with any of the Plant residents dealing with Time she took a moment to set up her place. She received her things a little while after Vo left and spent a great portion of the day not far from her first visit and organized a bit while she made a plan.
She filled the shelves hung her maps and Diagrams. She placed her personal touches here and there as well as filled her closet and set up her bathroom. She stopped and wrote down things as she thought them through.
She looked at her progress and was satisfied and it was nearing the point where she’d want to get some sleep. Her mind was in a tizzy and bundled with plans and thoughts she didn’t really have any new ideas it was just playing what she had in her head over and over again sometimes with different outcomes and other times changes her mind altogether. This was not the mindset prepped for a restful sleep. So she went outside and climbed the snail.
On top of I was a six pointed framed glass window. There was a pattern to it and she situated her feet at the starting of her form. Her hands came up and forward relaxed in their open palm but firm in their arms bracing for oncoming forces. Then she switched both her feet and her hand one over the other and did it again in another direction. Around and around she dances. Her foot work is graceful and her breath was calm. She felt her energy flow and the wind hum between her fingers.
She was not a fighter she would swear to never harm a living being, big or small. Every fiber of her belief was made on this focus because all life was precious and it was important that she respected every role it plays. She watches and appreciates it. Nothing lasts forever so it is important to remember and treasure the brief moment it is here now. She began to quiet her mind and the smell of this new world began to be noticed. The small taps on the window below her feet would be apparent. She’d make them quieter after that just to hear the sound the world at dusk made.
This was her use of Aikido. She was only a few decades into the practice but it was something she felt she could use incase people got hostile. When they strike she’ll evade or hinder their momentum long enough to gain distant or control of the situation. It was not an offensive style and it was not even looked upon strongly by those who created it.
One of the best things in its teachings however was the harmony and balance to not cause harm. There can be a choice made and this is a tool for just that. She let the world sing around her as she practiced this dance and let it fill her mind with peaceful meditation. After some time with this she stopped and straightened her pose where her hands were placed at her core and she faced her palms together and her mind was silent, her blood no longer rushed, her heart beat was calm.
She made a silent prayer to the heavens wishing her good luck and opened her eyes to see the stars. Usually she’d automatically map the universe on their placement but right now she just looked up as this was the first time she would sleep under a different sky than she had ever known. It was beautiful.
With that she would hop off the back of the snail and enter to crawl into the head of the vehicle and softly clap the lights off. Filled with knowing this was just the start of what she dreams would be a very long age of her reign as Guardian.
She filled the shelves hung her maps and Diagrams. She placed her personal touches here and there as well as filled her closet and set up her bathroom. She stopped and wrote down things as she thought them through.
She looked at her progress and was satisfied and it was nearing the point where she’d want to get some sleep. Her mind was in a tizzy and bundled with plans and thoughts she didn’t really have any new ideas it was just playing what she had in her head over and over again sometimes with different outcomes and other times changes her mind altogether. This was not the mindset prepped for a restful sleep. So she went outside and climbed the snail.
On top of I was a six pointed framed glass window. There was a pattern to it and she situated her feet at the starting of her form. Her hands came up and forward relaxed in their open palm but firm in their arms bracing for oncoming forces. Then she switched both her feet and her hand one over the other and did it again in another direction. Around and around she dances. Her foot work is graceful and her breath was calm. She felt her energy flow and the wind hum between her fingers.
She was not a fighter she would swear to never harm a living being, big or small. Every fiber of her belief was made on this focus because all life was precious and it was important that she respected every role it plays. She watches and appreciates it. Nothing lasts forever so it is important to remember and treasure the brief moment it is here now. She began to quiet her mind and the smell of this new world began to be noticed. The small taps on the window below her feet would be apparent. She’d make them quieter after that just to hear the sound the world at dusk made.
This was her use of Aikido. She was only a few decades into the practice but it was something she felt she could use incase people got hostile. When they strike she’ll evade or hinder their momentum long enough to gain distant or control of the situation. It was not an offensive style and it was not even looked upon strongly by those who created it.
One of the best things in its teachings however was the harmony and balance to not cause harm. There can be a choice made and this is a tool for just that. She let the world sing around her as she practiced this dance and let it fill her mind with peaceful meditation. After some time with this she stopped and straightened her pose where her hands were placed at her core and she faced her palms together and her mind was silent, her blood no longer rushed, her heart beat was calm.
She made a silent prayer to the heavens wishing her good luck and opened her eyes to see the stars. Usually she’d automatically map the universe on their placement but right now she just looked up as this was the first time she would sleep under a different sky than she had ever known. It was beautiful.
With that she would hop off the back of the snail and enter to crawl into the head of the vehicle and softly clap the lights off. Filled with knowing this was just the start of what she dreams would be a very long age of her reign as Guardian.