Post by Lily Finnian on Sept 21, 2019 18:18:52 GMT -5
Lily had been given her preliminary tour of facilities, but that mostly just involved walking around campus and being shown where every important building was. The person who had showed her around was busy, as many faculty were expected to be in the middle of the school year. That she was allowed to join so late in the term was likely thanks to her adoptive parents vouching for her skills and readiness, despite any formal training in middle schools or formal accomplishments. The place she was most drawn to, along side the school library that is, was the training facility. It seemed to have a function for anything and everything she could need, and she was very excited to try it out. Her own training had mostly taken place in a dojo style environment, where she was directly trained and instructed by her mother. That hadn't changed much when Verne began teaching her after her adoption, but this place was different. Her ears were practically dancing atop her head as she stepped inside. Her eyes were wide like a child stepping for the first time into a candy shop after a lifetime of porridge and bread to sustain themselves.
She began immediately looking at a room directory. There were all sorts of rooms in the building which all had their unique purposes, but for today she only wanted to get a proper workout in, so she trailed her fingers along the map helpfully posted near the entrance and began scanning the index for what she wanted. It took her a little bit of time, but her academic skills hard taken a sharp uptick since Xanthe had taken over her mother's previous role as tutor, and she was able to locate the room she needed without too much trouble.
She quickly navigated through the main lobby, maintaining a walking pace that allowed her to weave past the other diligent students of combat who had yet to enter the training facility proper. She found the navigation of the building surprisingly straightforward, with numerous signs indicating where she was going well before she was in any danger of having lost her way. It was with just a moment of trepidation that she paused when she approached the sturdy door. She took a few breaths to steady herself and quietly pushed the door open. She did a quick scan of the room and noticed numerous other students were already present. Some were sparring with training weapons, while others had eked out small territories of their own to train individually. She didn't take long assessing the other students, as she'd not trained herself for longer than she was accustomed to and really felt the need to do so beginning to boil over inside of her.
She found a relatively deserted section of the hall to claim as her own, and began with breathing exercises. She quietly steadied herself, closing her eyes and focusing on her breaths until all noise from the other students was distant. When she could hear her heart beating steadily in her ears she opened her eyes again, and began with a series of exercises meant to loosen her muscles up. First she started with her upper body, flattening her left arm against her right shoulder, and then vice versa a few times. Afterwards she began rotating her upper body while keeping everything below the hips still. This progressed naturally until she was bending down at the waist and touching her toes, which was immediately followed by her bending backwards until her palms were laying flat on the ground. She then began moving her lower body, shifting her center of gravity as she raised her legs one after the other and transitioned into a handstand, only to swing them backward in quick succession once more leaving her once more standing upright and straight. The first time her adoptive father had seen her perform that warmup, he had immediately went out and bought her a new set of clothes, as well as black tights to wear under her school uniform. She didn't really get it, but nowhere among the things her birth parents had cultivated in her could be found a strong sense of decency, and neither of her adoptive parents were especially comfortable talking to her about those subjects either. Still, they had explained it had something to do with etiquette and she had agreed to just trust them on things like that.
After her warm up, she launched into a series of single punches. Each time she would throw a punch she would stand fist extended for a time. She would keep her muscles tense until they began to feel fatigued, until she finally relaxed. A few more breathing exercises would then take place until she would throw another punch. The punches were not identical, she was working through various poses her mother had taught her one after the other, before moving onto kicks. Holding her legs in the air had at first been very difficult for her, but the more she did these exercises the more balance she could feel while standing on one leg. As her exercises progressed, she was away in a world all her own. Remembering the youth that had first learned them, and the face that had taught them to her. It had been six years since the last time she'd seen that face, and certain features were beginning to fuzz. She could no longer remember the way her voice sounded, or how she preferred to wear her hair, but in these moments, performing the movements she had taught Lily allowed the young cat faunus to feel somewhat closer to her. She could feel the bubbling anxiety inside of her begin to quiet as she moved through her forms relentlessly, already becoming drenched in sweat despite not moving too much at all.
She began immediately looking at a room directory. There were all sorts of rooms in the building which all had their unique purposes, but for today she only wanted to get a proper workout in, so she trailed her fingers along the map helpfully posted near the entrance and began scanning the index for what she wanted. It took her a little bit of time, but her academic skills hard taken a sharp uptick since Xanthe had taken over her mother's previous role as tutor, and she was able to locate the room she needed without too much trouble.
She quickly navigated through the main lobby, maintaining a walking pace that allowed her to weave past the other diligent students of combat who had yet to enter the training facility proper. She found the navigation of the building surprisingly straightforward, with numerous signs indicating where she was going well before she was in any danger of having lost her way. It was with just a moment of trepidation that she paused when she approached the sturdy door. She took a few breaths to steady herself and quietly pushed the door open. She did a quick scan of the room and noticed numerous other students were already present. Some were sparring with training weapons, while others had eked out small territories of their own to train individually. She didn't take long assessing the other students, as she'd not trained herself for longer than she was accustomed to and really felt the need to do so beginning to boil over inside of her.
She found a relatively deserted section of the hall to claim as her own, and began with breathing exercises. She quietly steadied herself, closing her eyes and focusing on her breaths until all noise from the other students was distant. When she could hear her heart beating steadily in her ears she opened her eyes again, and began with a series of exercises meant to loosen her muscles up. First she started with her upper body, flattening her left arm against her right shoulder, and then vice versa a few times. Afterwards she began rotating her upper body while keeping everything below the hips still. This progressed naturally until she was bending down at the waist and touching her toes, which was immediately followed by her bending backwards until her palms were laying flat on the ground. She then began moving her lower body, shifting her center of gravity as she raised her legs one after the other and transitioned into a handstand, only to swing them backward in quick succession once more leaving her once more standing upright and straight. The first time her adoptive father had seen her perform that warmup, he had immediately went out and bought her a new set of clothes, as well as black tights to wear under her school uniform. She didn't really get it, but nowhere among the things her birth parents had cultivated in her could be found a strong sense of decency, and neither of her adoptive parents were especially comfortable talking to her about those subjects either. Still, they had explained it had something to do with etiquette and she had agreed to just trust them on things like that.
After her warm up, she launched into a series of single punches. Each time she would throw a punch she would stand fist extended for a time. She would keep her muscles tense until they began to feel fatigued, until she finally relaxed. A few more breathing exercises would then take place until she would throw another punch. The punches were not identical, she was working through various poses her mother had taught her one after the other, before moving onto kicks. Holding her legs in the air had at first been very difficult for her, but the more she did these exercises the more balance she could feel while standing on one leg. As her exercises progressed, she was away in a world all her own. Remembering the youth that had first learned them, and the face that had taught them to her. It had been six years since the last time she'd seen that face, and certain features were beginning to fuzz. She could no longer remember the way her voice sounded, or how she preferred to wear her hair, but in these moments, performing the movements she had taught Lily allowed the young cat faunus to feel somewhat closer to her. She could feel the bubbling anxiety inside of her begin to quiet as she moved through her forms relentlessly, already becoming drenched in sweat despite not moving too much at all.