Post by Celephai on Sept 9, 2011 18:18:06 GMT -5
The final rays of light were receding beneath the horizon as tiny pinholes of light began filtering through the blackened sky to the east. Twilight set in amid the forest, those who basked in the sun's rays during the daylight now ran and hid in their hovels and holes, whilst the predators of night began stirring from their slumber. Celephai had come to the forest to get away from town, or more specifically, anyone who could watch her as she attempted to relearn her lost art.
While it was true that she had been able to mimic it at one point, she needed to teach herself the entire motions, without collapsing from exhaustion. It'd probably take months, maybe years of practice before she could even begin to see it take shape, but she had the patience for this.
Cel had found a small clearing where the land was flat and the grass grew short, and situated herself in the middle of it, meditating for a few moments on what tiny fragments she remembered.
Slowly, with great care, she began to sway and step. Her movements were less than precise, at times she stopped altogether to check herself, before beginning again. She would commit to a motion, flowing from one stance to the next, until she began to remember just the tiniest bit more of that wondrous dance.
Unbeknownst to her, however, was the fact that she was manipulating shadows via her collar. Every movement enhanced and given extra depth and subtlety as she manipulated the shadows subconsciously. She -was- very much aware of the fatigue that was setting in, and decided to stop and rest for a few moments before continuing. She listened quietly to the sights and sounds of the forest at night, eventually she simply lay back and stared up at the half-moon still rising in the sky.
While it was true that she had been able to mimic it at one point, she needed to teach herself the entire motions, without collapsing from exhaustion. It'd probably take months, maybe years of practice before she could even begin to see it take shape, but she had the patience for this.
Cel had found a small clearing where the land was flat and the grass grew short, and situated herself in the middle of it, meditating for a few moments on what tiny fragments she remembered.
Slowly, with great care, she began to sway and step. Her movements were less than precise, at times she stopped altogether to check herself, before beginning again. She would commit to a motion, flowing from one stance to the next, until she began to remember just the tiniest bit more of that wondrous dance.
Unbeknownst to her, however, was the fact that she was manipulating shadows via her collar. Every movement enhanced and given extra depth and subtlety as she manipulated the shadows subconsciously. She -was- very much aware of the fatigue that was setting in, and decided to stop and rest for a few moments before continuing. She listened quietly to the sights and sounds of the forest at night, eventually she simply lay back and stared up at the half-moon still rising in the sky.
