Re: Teladran Forest
For her part, rather than stand and feel useless, Kiyo moves through a careful series of stretches - remembering, however, to sweep her staff around her first to ensure there are no trees lying in ambush. With that accomplished, she tucks the red length under one arm to stretch.
After a few minutes, her focus shifts from the one, injured leg. Now, she runs through a series of steps - her movements seem odd, at first, too smooth - but when one looks closer, one realises that it's caused by her feet. She never seems to lift them, instead sliding them across the ground, never losing balance.
One forward, two back, one left, two right, then the diagonals, her steps never seem to stop, sweeping across the ground in wide sweeps, like dance movements. A brief pause, then she starts again, this time incorporating wide staff sweeps into the steps, more intricate movements, turns, sways, avoiding movements, despite a slight gingerness on her right leg.
Sweep low to high left, change grip, sweep from high to low across the body, round, up, and ---
She stumbles. The spinning staff clips a low-hanging branch, and drops from clutching fingers, delivering a smarting blow to the the brunette's head for good measure, before thudding into the foliage.
Kiyo's hands fly to the blindfold in sudden frustration, then slow, and simply cup her face, instead, for a moment.
One day, I'll show these eyes with pride. One day!
With a sigh, she shifts, limping once again, walking like a normal person, and drops to her knees, groping blindly in the grass for her staff.