"That's a very philosophical answer. Like the burning bush? I am that I am," the girl intoned this last bit seriously, as if reading from some dramatic script. Caffeine woke a lot of things up, apparently, but that was okay. She still wasn't being mean, and her staring wasn't the obnoxious and judgmental kind of staring that it might have been. She was just interested, not boorish.
Zanna lapsed into silence for a few moments, watching the ebb and flow of movement. Grumbling about early mornings aside, she liked Tai Chi. Her father was right, it was balancing. There was a give and take of energy, and she could see a similar give and take in Shi's movements. Fluid, practiced, in concert with some soundtrack that she wasn't privy to. Ebb and flow, move and counterbalance, yin and yang. Whatever it was, it appealed to her eclectic sense of spirituality.