sisterhood // [uni]
May 14, 2019 16:45:35 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on May 14, 2019 16:45:35 GMT -5
Orithyia
The staff rolls through my fingers like wind through leaves. After so many drills for so many years, it feels like an extension of my being rather than an object to use. I grip the wood, slicing it through the air at my imaginary opponent and feel pride swell in my chest from a job well done.
Not that means you can stop practicing.
The group won't gather for sparring for another hour after the sun finally rises. I don't like waiting around at home staring at the ceiling. I rise whenever I am awake, which is usually in the early hours. I will be warmed up and ready when they come, ready to smack a drowsy sister over the head with a staff.
I may not have the title of teacher, but I teach my young sisters plenty of lessons.
The sun creeps up across the sea, dying it warm oranges as it stretches the sleep from its rays.
I follow my drills, moving them each step like I have since the day they dared show me the steps. Like a dance, moving weight from heel to toe, leg to leg. A dance unique to the island, that no main lander could ever truly learn.
I stop to take a breath, throwing my staff between my hands. A figure is walking across the lush, green hills. I squint in the early morning dim and cannot help the sour expression that crawls across my lips.
Athena.
I fall back into my drills, my dance more jarring and violent than before.
There was no love in my heart for my sister Athena. I was curious when she washed up on our shore, but since then she has been nothing but a briar stuck in my toe. She was not born on the island like I was, and yet can move like water with as much ease as any Amazon.
She is an amazon, I will give her that. She is my sister, but that does not mean she is my friend.
I end my drill with a loud yell before spitting on the ground between my sister and I.
