Zevira Messina (pink_tourmaline) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-07-19 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien, zevira |
Monday 12/10/07
Who: Damien, Zevira
When: 7PM
Where: Dance stuido
What: Zevira practices her strength control in the form of yoga and meets someone new!
On Monday's and Wednesdays Zevira liked to practice yoga. It was a new habit of hers that she really enjoyed, thanks to the late-Fenrir. She'd only ever attended his classes a handful of times in the early mornings, but after he had started to give her advice she took it far more seriously. Sometimes, when she thought about him, she wasn't sure if she should cry or not. In her case, she hadn't exactly known him very well. He seemed like a misunderstood individual. The things she remembered about him, prior to meeting him in person where she had literally run into him, were not good. Everyone had been up in arms about the angry werewolf that roamed the school. Cassie had antagonized him and Zevira herself nearly got in trouble for it. But then they had met and he was more helpful than the Gemman had imagined.
Still, she did not know him enough to really feel pain. When that sort of thought dawned on her she always felt a little heartless. Why could she not cry for him? Zevira would have thought any death would strike her hard, especially her first one. No relatives had died before that she knew of, other than grandparents on her father's side who she was not allowed to meet. And then her Gemman ancestors were already dead or dying, far away on the other side of the country where her mother didn't want her going.
In the evenings when Zevira practiced yoga and control she thought of nothing but her breathing and focused on what she was doing. The music she played in the background of nature was all she heard. Thoughts became distant as she stopped having to count her breaths as it came naturally. But she always kept the door open, in case someone wanted to join her. Company was always nice, though she was sometimes embarrassed to have people able to walk by and look in, seeing her do some pose or another. Yoga was just so freeing that after a while she didn't care. This was for her own good as well as those around her, so her embarrassment would just have to be set aside.
Walking around the dance room once, taking long, deep breaths to center herself, Zevira took up her place on the unrolled mat. She always felt instantly better just by standing on it--she was sure there was a magical power in the connection between her bare feet and the purple mat clinging to the floor. Birds twittered on the CD in the middle of a forest. When she closed her eyes it was almost like she was there, standing in a clearing, watching the animals exist without her disturbing them. It was nice. At the last minute she tied up her pink hair into a ponytail at the base of her neck revealing the gemstones lining the side of her throat. Her tank top-pajama pant combination of an outfit allowed her pink stones to shine on her arms and collar without being disrupted.
"Ahhh..." Smiling, she reached to the sky.