AS THOUGH A STRING is attached to her sternum, her chest rises & falls as her lungs fill with air & then release it all. BREATH is strange - you need it, and you need to be deprived of it, in an endless cycle. In and out, in and out, over and over again. But after a few seconds her breath normalizes, though she can still feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. The overall effect is pleasant - she is tired, but rightfully so. Her muscles ACHE from a strenuous workout, and she knows she’ll be sore in the morning, but it feels good. She feels good.
She presses a hand towel to her forehead, patting her face then moving to her neck, under her chin. She grabs the plastic strap attaching her water bottle to its lid and walks over to her instructor, the towel still pressed to her neck with the opposite hand. She SMILES - the weeks since she’s started taking classes have not only improved her physical health & given her a new skill set that might come in handy considering her line of work, but she’d grown FOND of the woman; Mara admired Mulan’s strength & tenacity, the fire that was evident in the way she taught - Mara could only imagine facing such a woman in a fight.
‘That was good,’ she begins, still a little breathless. She clears her throat and drops the towel onto her shoulder, reaching over to unscrew the cap of her water bottle. ‘I think I’m getting the hang of it,’ she takes a swig of her water & gulps it down. ‘More or less.’
IT HADN’T BEEN LONG since she started tutoring, a realistic attempt to cater what was left of her will and shape others into it. truthfully, she relied on it, to wear human flesh and make sense of the currency. she exercised TRUST in between her designed punches by throwing precise instructions and guarding the woman’s moves as well as her own.
established heart paced, accommodated by experience as chocolate dipped hues hooked onto her student, darting from the folder in which held her psychical information. upon the approach, she stood ERECT, loose arms met in front and hands enlaced as much as the diversion of the papers allowed them to. thus she mirrored the expression shown on the other’s frame. somehow relating to her excitement, recalling the time she felt compelled to begin her training, early on. although the symptoms of progression appeared, in her fifteen year old self, slower and a lot more gradually than expected. the REINVIGORATING feeling still lurked around her mindset.
❛ i’m glad you think so. ❜ she softened her posture. ❛ a couple of classes and i can increase your routine. ❜ a brow arched out of instinct. the reactions, whenever she mentioned more workouts, were always unique. she replaced the folder, setting it on the counter, for the blood pressure monitor. ❛ i’ll check your pressure today. jess is out sick. ❜ she informed whilst unraveling the utensil, typical smile atop her lips, that for any doubts, she sought to look welcoming and assuring.
