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Post by annaelena on Dec 29, 2005 20:15:47 GMT -5
Suki's muscles worked in one with her movements as she shifted stances. A breeze ran across her face, loose boards in the walls shaking with the wind. Letting out a small huff she pulled her arm above her head, raising her fan to the ceiling. This practice, this training, was for her. She was alone in her dance, the other warriors off doing other things. Suki rarely practiced alone, but when she did, the steady movements consumed her every thought. A ray of sunlight pierced through a window, shimmering across the sparring mat. Without a sound she stopped moving; every stiff, precise movement and sound silencing with her pause.
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