[Training]Center of Balance(Fade)[Closed]

[Wystern]

“So you are a real knight after all.”

"I would say something about that comment, but I'm afraid that you might sit on me again." Wystern said with a smirk.

Wys tried to sheathe the blade without looking by a force of habit, and dropped it. He looked at it skeptically and with a smirk, and just let it be. Looked like he was about to do handstands again. He threw off the sweaty shirt and gloves, revealing an imprint of the Windoak on the center at the back of his neck and several small scars on his body, one on his ribs looked like he was hit by something, another on his wrist showed knuckles that had been stripped of skin a lot. His fists showed several scars from cuts, none really deep. The deepest one was on his left shoulder.

"Don't stare at the Windoak, it might blind you." He said playfully.

[Fade]

She smiled at his remark and replied “Don’t worry I’ll sit on you anyway”

She watched him remove his shirt revealing a surprising number of scars. Scars are memories that stay and wound, she sighed at the thought. His hands were also subject to a lot of wounds she noticed. She also noticed the Windoak and he must have caught her looking at it because he said "Don't stare at the Windoak, it might blind you." She smiled.

She instructed “Do a handstand and hold it for as long as you can and count the seconds out loud in a clear voice”
It was a difficult task talking and staying in a handstand. You had to concentrate in two things and had to keep your breathing regular.
Walking on two hands then would be no problem even if only for a small distance.

[Wystern]

“Don’t worry I’ll sit on you anyway.”

"Would that be a threat or a promise, or both?" Wys asked with a smile. How prophetic. Wys clapped his hands in front and behind himself as he was quickly stretching the forearms. He looked at the scar that the misfired arrow left while on his idiotic hunting plan; he definitely deserved that one.

He took a deep breath, concentrating, preparing his muscles for the strain they were about to face. "Here goes nothing," Wys muttered to himself. He jumped, his feet going up, his hands going down, his body rotating and blood immediately coming down and making the small scars visible, pink among red.

"ONE...TWO...THREE...FO-" And that was it for the handstand time as Crow's back caved in to the pressure and he tumbled down; he rolled forward, his knee snagged on something and he was now lying on the grass face-down. Funny, Fade didn't exactly warn him when she sat on him the last time, and now she had another perfect opportunity, especially since she told him that she will. With that in mind, Wys side-rolled with the speed of the wind, almost in fear, thinking about the sound his vertebrae would make when snapped. Not that Fade was heavy, quite the contrary, it's that he was so tired that a twig could almost snap him in half.

However, that was the whole point, Wys was now getting a second wind. Soon he would hit what is known as "the wall", the one place where everyone's limits are at. He wanted to push it, he had tougher times ahead, and he needed better stamina than what he has now.

Wys got up with a smile and a grunt, and tried it again, this time counting to ten. He fell down, landing on his feet, more or less, and tried it again. This time he only counted to five, he kept fluctuating with the balance.

[Fade]

“It’s a necessity” Said Fade winking.

She was impressed by the beautiful red and pink colour he had become she suppressed a small laugh and said “Try to keep as straight as you can…”She trailed of and spotted a small tree stump near the end of the yard it would be perfect.
She beckoned him to follow her.
“This is easier than doing a handstand because you’re actually gripping something.” She gripped the edge of the tree stump and hoisted herself easily up she continued talking without hindrance
“It’s also the starting point for hand balancing.” She leaped off and said “Now try again and if you don’t keep straight I’ll have to put an elbow in your back…You choose!”

Fade knew very well that hand balancing was different from a simple handstand but it helped to understand how to get up, he didn’t have to get used to it though

[Wystern]

"An elbow, you say?" Wys said trying to size up the size of her arm. It's not quite the size to be intimidated by, but he slowly began wondering what she could do with it.

He was starting to feel a bit tired again, and he needed to get the circulation going right once more. He walked over to the nearest fence and looked up at Fade. Distraction time. Or maybe just a case where curiosity killed a cat, or a Kelvic whose form was a cat. World is a strange place.

"You know, you got me a little intrigued about the circus, and your, ahem, power. Would you mind clarifying?

[Fade]

Fade let him take a rest as he leant on a fence she stretched upwards like a cat revealing how she was flexible her ribs and chest poking out leaning slightly backwards, she smiled enjoying the stretch.

Fade thought about his question and carefully answered “If what you mean is tell me more I can answer you. I was born a slave to an owner of a circus. What better excuse to spend less time with him than to train as a contortionist? Of course it worked to a small degree I had to perform my duties.
You ask about my gift I received it when I was 17 and then years after my owner old and frail died of an illness. I slipped away all my family and even my owner are dead, of my only friends fate I have no idea. So I decided to follow my feet and, here I am”

She trailed off and moved next to him the sun being a hindrance on her back.

[Wystern]

"Gift?" Gnosis is gnosis, Wys did indeed have some desire to get one at some point in time, but it's difficult to find out anything about it. one can hear a bit from a rumor here and there, but nothing that can actually provide a stable source of information. He heard the basic gist of what the power is the other day, but that's about it. There was definitely more to it, learning deepest desires, doesn't sound like something that wouldn't be accompanied by more than just the desire to help a person.

"Aside from what I've seen you do at the market, what else do you do for a living?"

[Fade]

Her mind drifted to that day when the goddess had appeared and talked to her, a warm feeling spread through her body.

She frowned and said simply “Its a gift that a goddess gave me, and a curse in a way “ she lowered her head slightly “ lets say I am compelled to satisfy your desires and needs, which I can learn by a touch. People trust me more and I have this…” She fought to find words “appeal that people are drawn to…”


She stopped talking for some time then continued “No, I do nothing else for a living because I’ve never had the opportunity or the need to do so. The mizas I receive for my little shows I use to eat, and I don’t need much food.”

She looked at him “Why do you ask?”

[Wystern]

"I wanted to hear more about that Gnosis. I've heard of it before, but nobody got any real input, except for the people who have it; and they are rarely willing to talk about it. You can say curiosity killed a cat." Wys said, looking at that tree stump.

"I am not asking out of professional interest, I keep my work and my life as separate as I can. Honestly speaking, I've been thinking about how I could get a Gnosis from Tyveth or Eyris. All Knights sort of have one," he pointed at the back of his neck,"you can say the power it carries is to judge and take lives of those who commit crime inside Syliras. Technically, the Windoak is a golem of Sylir, and it brands us with a mark."

He got up and looked at the stump some more, thinking if he will get splinters from this.

[Fade]

She chuckled “You can’t get a gnosis…the god chooses you.”
She thought “He or she chooses you I guess for who you are and what you do. If not at birth you will get it after a particular event, you don’t have to be a devoted follower, or at least I wasn’t really. But…”
She grimaced “It’s difficult to put into words I guess…”
“You might get a gnosis but you might not” She shrugged “Who knows the minds of our gods?”
Who could indeed she thought bitterly.

She gestured at the stump grinning “Want to dance?”