Post by Grayell on Sept 11, 2011 15:37:44 GMT -5
(This is open to any player or GM for that matter, not looking to run off and kill a bunch of stuff but meh. Just some RP.)
It was still dark when Grayell finished his night roaming the woods and arrived at the lake. The waters were serene, almost still and the early birds had started their day in anticipation of the sun.
He walked along the lake for a time, mind filled with thoughts that had their share of troubles but mercifully lacked the recent complications of women. He smiled, feeling like he might be making some progress with his personal affairs and the Guard as well and looked across the water, watching the fog recede and roll into the foothills.
Light started to grey the sky and whilst the sun had not yet crept over the horizon, he found a pleasant spot and went about stripping down to nothing but his pants. He began with sitting, a silent mediation; focusing on his stillness of mind and breathing. It was not his entire focus but more a preparation.
With the first rays of the sun starting to weave over the far hills, Grayell stood on the sand and rocks, feet cold but feeling the textures and movement beneath him. His hands were palms up, fingers almost touching in front of his diaphragm, his feet together. His head was bowed, his eyes closed.
With the first breath, a slow, controlled and easy breath, his left foot lifted, dragged his toes through the sand in an arc and settled in front of him. His hands turned, pushed palms outward gently and his eyes opened, staring into nothing. His knees bent slowly, his back leaned forward and with a fluid rotation that rolled with the ebb of the lake, his hands parted, his right before his left, fingers casually open.
It was still dark when Grayell finished his night roaming the woods and arrived at the lake. The waters were serene, almost still and the early birds had started their day in anticipation of the sun.
He walked along the lake for a time, mind filled with thoughts that had their share of troubles but mercifully lacked the recent complications of women. He smiled, feeling like he might be making some progress with his personal affairs and the Guard as well and looked across the water, watching the fog recede and roll into the foothills.
Light started to grey the sky and whilst the sun had not yet crept over the horizon, he found a pleasant spot and went about stripping down to nothing but his pants. He began with sitting, a silent mediation; focusing on his stillness of mind and breathing. It was not his entire focus but more a preparation.
With the first rays of the sun starting to weave over the far hills, Grayell stood on the sand and rocks, feet cold but feeling the textures and movement beneath him. His hands were palms up, fingers almost touching in front of his diaphragm, his feet together. His head was bowed, his eyes closed.
With the first breath, a slow, controlled and easy breath, his left foot lifted, dragged his toes through the sand in an arc and settled in front of him. His hands turned, pushed palms outward gently and his eyes opened, staring into nothing. His knees bent slowly, his back leaned forward and with a fluid rotation that rolled with the ebb of the lake, his hands parted, his right before his left, fingers casually open.