The Salle, Early Afternoon
Aug. 10th, 2010 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icecoldfrostShe was tired, and cranky, and Emma needed to work out the itch under her skin.
Since meditation wasn't doing anything except bore her to tears (like it usually did anyway), she headed down to the salle, grabbing a generic practice foil and running through her stances over and over, letting her tension drain away as she focused on the movement.
It was on the fifteenth repetition of the series that she realized her hair was sticking to her face. When she pulled off her gloves to try and tie it back, it took her a moment to realize that her hands were no longer crystal. Nor were her arms, her face, her hair...and quietly, in the back of her mind, she could hear the steady thrum of the students in the dorms going about their business.
It wasn't permanent. Emma hadn't even realized she was worried, but was so relieved that she turned to run for the door, to find a mirror to confirm for herself that everything was back to normal.
And promptly tripped over her own feet, flesh changing to diamond again before she even hit the ground.
"Dammit." Emma hauled herself to her feet, retrieving her blade and returning to the center of the room. She'd found one trigger, and this time it only took three complete sets before she changed back.
With a grin, she put away her gear and headed out. A shower, first, and then maybe to pester certain people. She'd said this was no big deal.
[OOC: NFI, but totes FB.]
Since meditation wasn't doing anything except bore her to tears (like it usually did anyway), she headed down to the salle, grabbing a generic practice foil and running through her stances over and over, letting her tension drain away as she focused on the movement.
It was on the fifteenth repetition of the series that she realized her hair was sticking to her face. When she pulled off her gloves to try and tie it back, it took her a moment to realize that her hands were no longer crystal. Nor were her arms, her face, her hair...and quietly, in the back of her mind, she could hear the steady thrum of the students in the dorms going about their business.
It wasn't permanent. Emma hadn't even realized she was worried, but was so relieved that she turned to run for the door, to find a mirror to confirm for herself that everything was back to normal.
And promptly tripped over her own feet, flesh changing to diamond again before she even hit the ground.
"Dammit." Emma hauled herself to her feet, retrieving her blade and returning to the center of the room. She'd found one trigger, and this time it only took three complete sets before she changed back.
With a grin, she put away her gear and headed out. A shower, first, and then maybe to pester certain people. She'd said this was no big deal.
[OOC: NFI, but totes FB.]
