17th of Spring, 518
Near the Commons
She had risen with the Sun and thanked Syna for the gift of her warmth as she stretched towards the azure sky. Her hunger had been sated with a simple meal of dried meat and clear water while she readied her body and mind for the day's efforts. Her living quarters had been organized, blanket and bed roll shaken in the fresh morning breeze and belongings tidily put away to their most convenient place. The fire had been briefly tended to, excess ashes removed from the pit and stored away for later use and a small log added to the glowing embers so they wouldn't die entirely during the day.
Her morning routine completed, Ixtli was now on her way to the nearby Commons where she was to meet one of the exotic settlers recently arrived to Syka; the Verusk Sinaetri had graciously offered her to join the training session she was to lead with her Sykan host, a lively character named Nieve. The Myrian had readily accepted, eager to resume some form of training and even more so with such a knowledgeable fighter as a teacher. It was necessary that she bring back her combat skills and military discipline, to reconnect with her Myrian upbringing.
Ixtli wore her crimson loincloth, favoured for physical activities and battle, as well as a simple white top and the leather belt with her kukri hanging in its sheath. Her feet were bare as always and her long, dark hair was tied back in the ever-present mowhawk, loyal to her martial training; coupled to her tattoos, it gave her a fierce and exotic, warrior-like aura. She carried a full waterskin and her old spear in hand, preferring to be prepared in case the training would involve weapons.
Arriving at the elevated platforms that made up Syka's famous meeting place, she chose to wait at ground-level for the others to appear. It was unlikely that they'd practice in the Commons themselves; the open beach offered much more space and shadow, and thus a better workout environment. Ixtli planted her spear into the sand and, dropping the water by its side, sat herself cross-legged in the comfortable shade of the Commons.
She folded her hands across her lap, closed her eyes. Breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly. She focused and worked to quiet her mind, isolate herself from the surroundings. The Myrian took one more inhalation, as deep and controlled as the first one, released it ever so slowly, and followed with another one, and then another... As her chest rose and fell under the work of her lungs, with every breath in and out she silenced a thought, as if snuffing out the flames from candles, one by one. She aimed for perfect stillness, only listened to the soft wave of her breathing, forgot about the touch of the wind. She held in the back of her head thoughts about the day, her chores, her goals, her fears, reaching for absolute silence with all of her mental energy.
And she felt it.
For a brief moment, just the time for her mind to realise what was happening, she had felt the emptiness, the peace and inner quietness she was aiming for, before it got swept away by her undisciplined train of thought. Ixtli breathed out, more freely than she had allowed herself before, and when she opened her eyes a spark of satisfaction shone within the deep green of her iris. Today was a day for progress.
Near the Commons
She had risen with the Sun and thanked Syna for the gift of her warmth as she stretched towards the azure sky. Her hunger had been sated with a simple meal of dried meat and clear water while she readied her body and mind for the day's efforts. Her living quarters had been organized, blanket and bed roll shaken in the fresh morning breeze and belongings tidily put away to their most convenient place. The fire had been briefly tended to, excess ashes removed from the pit and stored away for later use and a small log added to the glowing embers so they wouldn't die entirely during the day.
Her morning routine completed, Ixtli was now on her way to the nearby Commons where she was to meet one of the exotic settlers recently arrived to Syka; the Verusk Sinaetri had graciously offered her to join the training session she was to lead with her Sykan host, a lively character named Nieve. The Myrian had readily accepted, eager to resume some form of training and even more so with such a knowledgeable fighter as a teacher. It was necessary that she bring back her combat skills and military discipline, to reconnect with her Myrian upbringing.
Ixtli wore her crimson loincloth, favoured for physical activities and battle, as well as a simple white top and the leather belt with her kukri hanging in its sheath. Her feet were bare as always and her long, dark hair was tied back in the ever-present mowhawk, loyal to her martial training; coupled to her tattoos, it gave her a fierce and exotic, warrior-like aura. She carried a full waterskin and her old spear in hand, preferring to be prepared in case the training would involve weapons.
Arriving at the elevated platforms that made up Syka's famous meeting place, she chose to wait at ground-level for the others to appear. It was unlikely that they'd practice in the Commons themselves; the open beach offered much more space and shadow, and thus a better workout environment. Ixtli planted her spear into the sand and, dropping the water by its side, sat herself cross-legged in the comfortable shade of the Commons.
She folded her hands across her lap, closed her eyes. Breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly. She focused and worked to quiet her mind, isolate herself from the surroundings. The Myrian took one more inhalation, as deep and controlled as the first one, released it ever so slowly, and followed with another one, and then another... As her chest rose and fell under the work of her lungs, with every breath in and out she silenced a thought, as if snuffing out the flames from candles, one by one. She aimed for perfect stillness, only listened to the soft wave of her breathing, forgot about the touch of the wind. She held in the back of her head thoughts about the day, her chores, her goals, her fears, reaching for absolute silence with all of her mental energy.
And she felt it.
For a brief moment, just the time for her mind to realise what was happening, she had felt the emptiness, the peace and inner quietness she was aiming for, before it got swept away by her undisciplined train of thought. Ixtli breathed out, more freely than she had allowed herself before, and when she opened her eyes a spark of satisfaction shone within the deep green of her iris. Today was a day for progress.
Common | Myrian Calls | Thoughts