Fanfic:Movement of the Body
| Character(s) | Amara Moran |
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Amara walked into the darkness. Her breath sounded loud and harsh to her sensitive hearing as the unforgiving echoes came back to her. She slipped out of her soft boots, delighting in the absence of sound as she moved. She padded into the centre of the room and stopped. Slowly, she tightened each muscle from her feet upwards. She felt her serviceable brown uniform shift slightly as she moved under it. Her hair was pulled back into a knot at the base of her neck- it needed to be pulled away from her face and it was in this position that Amara found it least distracting.
Carefully keeping her gaze at her feet, she warmed her body, moving it slowly in circles. She stretched and flexed her feet and hands, twisted her wrists and ankles and rolled her shoulders. Her body naturally came to rest in an upright position, her posture upright and pulled back and her hands in a particular formation which once had a name, but it was lost in time. It looked deceptively easy and restful, but Amara made every muscle she could work hard to keep her as solid as possible.
She stood still, letting the cold of the floor seep into her bare feet, her breath mingling with the chilly air and condensing in puffs of smoky air. Remaining still, as if waiting for a cue, Amara took deep breaths, counting them. On the fourth, she slid her right foot forwards and then shifted her weight onto it, spun once and returned to the original position. She repeated these turns down the length of the room, then changed to turns that used both feet on the return trip. Nodding once to herself, she put her heels together, pointed her feet out and rose to a balance. She returned and took up a position of arabesque, balanced momentarily, and rose it in. On the count of eight, she returned.
Stretching a little again, to release her muscles, she padded back to her boots and slipped them on. Walking swiftly out of the dark room, she smiled. Again, she had found a moment in the day and an unoccupied room in which to practice her dance skills. She had been certain that her skills would go as rusty as an unused sword when she joined the Tower. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps there was an unseen benefactor at work...
