Post by Reina nó Eglantine(I) on Nov 29, 2007 6:45:08 GMT -5
time ~ about a week or so before the L'Enver's wedding...
I had been looking forward to having a little time to practice on the dance floor uninterrupted and without some patron or wandering adept watching my performance. Hopefully this evening would be busy enough elsewhere that I could have a bit of time to myself.
Picking a light blue practice dress, one with short sleeves a light fit on my frame and a short skirt I dressed quickly and made my way to the practice stage. As I had hoped my favorite stage was empty and I sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Starting out slowly I went through my warm-ups and stretches and then into my first forms. As my blood began to warm I picked a quick routine to run through and counted off. Marking my steps three times through I paused and walked over to the side walls where there was always a fresh pitcher of water and poured myself a glass.
Wetting my lips a bit helped, and finishing the drink I moved to step into a more complex dance that I had been working on. Count, two, three, four; and jump, six, seven, eight. It was good, not perfect but just like the last time, and the time before that so I began again.
Ah, the freedom of it, pure ecstasy in movement and breath, I could loose myself in it. Then I came to the the one jump I had missed last time and then suddenly, "Oh!" I miss-judged my jump and landed wrong, twisting my ankle.
"Ah, I should have been more careful, darn it." I said aloud, knowing I should have been more patient. My instructor had always told me I needed to practice patience.
Well I guess this needed to be seen to, and I got up carefully placing my weight on my good leg and went for my towel and to find someone to fetch a Chirurgeon. Ah, Calandria wouldn't be pleased.
I had been looking forward to having a little time to practice on the dance floor uninterrupted and without some patron or wandering adept watching my performance. Hopefully this evening would be busy enough elsewhere that I could have a bit of time to myself.
Picking a light blue practice dress, one with short sleeves a light fit on my frame and a short skirt I dressed quickly and made my way to the practice stage. As I had hoped my favorite stage was empty and I sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Starting out slowly I went through my warm-ups and stretches and then into my first forms. As my blood began to warm I picked a quick routine to run through and counted off. Marking my steps three times through I paused and walked over to the side walls where there was always a fresh pitcher of water and poured myself a glass.
Wetting my lips a bit helped, and finishing the drink I moved to step into a more complex dance that I had been working on. Count, two, three, four; and jump, six, seven, eight. It was good, not perfect but just like the last time, and the time before that so I began again.
Ah, the freedom of it, pure ecstasy in movement and breath, I could loose myself in it. Then I came to the the one jump I had missed last time and then suddenly, "Oh!" I miss-judged my jump and landed wrong, twisting my ankle.
"Ah, I should have been more careful, darn it." I said aloud, knowing I should have been more patient. My instructor had always told me I needed to practice patience.
Well I guess this needed to be seen to, and I got up carefully placing my weight on my good leg and went for my towel and to find someone to fetch a Chirurgeon. Ah, Calandria wouldn't be pleased.