Lily Hex-Volsh
And The Story Begins
Lily danced along side of the river, practicing the odd forms that appeared in her opened mind. These forms played through her head, one after another. She took it upon herself to practice these moves when she had the free time. These movements were a mixture of her mothers dancing and her fathers multiple martial arts. Each one of the poses lead to another, that one opened up to more possibilities. Liiy would pause after each form and extended movement. Slowly examined the feel of sinew and bone and muscle. Awhile has passed since she had awoken renewed.
She leapt forward planted her hands on the ground. Straightening her arms and bending her knees. Lily’s joints rolling in a fluent motion and creaked as she moved; though her father refrained from making her do any martial arts allowing her to make her own choices. She chose to put her through such vigorous movements and exercise. She continued to mimic her parents movements with her eyes closed; she lowered one arm carefully, while his other arm extended outward. The motion was unsettling yet she began to grow accustom to the awkward movement of dance and martial arts.
Satisfied that he had completed. She rolled to her feel letting out a deep inhale and long exhale as her father did after every session. She sat down with her legs cross awaiting for her new master. She wondered who they would be. How would they be? Would her master be as quiet as her father? Would they be active and playful? That one was doubtful. She closed her eyes and continued to breath. All she could do was wait.
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She leapt forward planted her hands on the ground. Straightening her arms and bending her knees. Lily’s joints rolling in a fluent motion and creaked as she moved; though her father refrained from making her do any martial arts allowing her to make her own choices. She chose to put her through such vigorous movements and exercise. She continued to mimic her parents movements with her eyes closed; she lowered one arm carefully, while his other arm extended outward. The motion was unsettling yet she began to grow accustom to the awkward movement of dance and martial arts.
Satisfied that he had completed. She rolled to her feel letting out a deep inhale and long exhale as her father did after every session. She sat down with her legs cross awaiting for her new master. She wondered who they would be. How would they be? Would her master be as quiet as her father? Would they be active and playful? That one was doubtful. She closed her eyes and continued to breath. All she could do was wait.
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