As nice as it would have been to sleep in, Danny was terrible at it. He awoke before sunrise, the wisdom of the action drilled into him over the course of the bulk of his life. While it wasn't ideal, being away from Manhattan and K'un Lun both, the greenspace in the place he refused to think of as Starklandia was still prevalent enough. It was cool in the morning air, cool enough that dew stuck to his bare chest.
He had been doing yoga in Central Park for a while now. He taught a course, more often than not. He relaxed now as he went through the motions of his training. Slow Kung Fu, the calm of yoga that infused his muscles with a pleasant burn. He worked in silence, breaths slow, eyes shut as he balanced on one leg. He opened one eye after a moment, a small smile playing at his lips.
"You can join in if you'd like," he offered as he lowered his bare foot to the ground. He was dressed in loose fitting pants, his shirt below a nearby tree. Bare chested, the dragon brand was obvious emblazoned over his skin. He held out his hand. "I'm Danny. What's your name? Are you new here, too?"