Sohalia
It was a beautiful morning: early enough not to be too hot, and sunny, without a cloud in the sky. Sohalia wandered the Ahi Coast, her staff in hand, searching for the perfect spot to practice. She'd been putting a great deal of time into her staffwork of late, and she was proud of the progress she felt she'd made. The physicality of the exercise had grown easier with time, and there was something mentally relaxing about the practice that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was almost meditative, once she got into the rhythm of her practice, and that was something she usually only experienced when she was drawing or painting.
Finding a flat area of hard ground away from the sand of the beach, Soh set the bag she always carried aside and tied her hair away from her face. She gripped the staff she carried and began to go through some basic motions: high, mid, and low blocks, then shifting into high, mid, and low hits, flowing from one form to another with grace and precision. She was so absorbed in her practice that she didn't hear the approach of footsteps in the sand.
Finding a flat area of hard ground away from the sand of the beach, Soh set the bag she always carried aside and tied her hair away from her face. She gripped the staff she carried and began to go through some basic motions: high, mid, and low blocks, then shifting into high, mid, and low hits, flowing from one form to another with grace and precision. She was so absorbed in her practice that she didn't hear the approach of footsteps in the sand.
these aching memories still dance around me
