“Okay, from the top now!”
A clear voice rang out through the woods, as clear as the bright sky above, carried on a crisp winter breeze through the leaves and branches. The source was a slight thing, still growing but obviously beginning to show the shape she would take later in life and obviously never going to rise above any but the shortest of people. What Tenken lacked in height and weight she appeared to be making up in hair. Voluminous pink waves cascade down from the crown of her head and envelop it like a strawberry cone. It does frame her face quite nicely, the bright gold eyes eyeing a tree just ahead of her with determination.
And then she’s off, her sneakers kicking up dirt as she leaps at the tree and twists in the air to land with her feet on the trunk. The weight of her loose cargo pants and slightly-less loose shirt weighing slightly on her form as she begins to run up the trunk. It was an exercise meant for students, true, but one she hadn’t yet perfected. As shown when she reaches the lowest branch a couple dozen feet up and immediately tries to stand upside on it it only to go falling to the ground.
A high pitched squeak sounds out before a flash of blue light pulses from her briefly. When it fades she’s a few yards away on her butt, glaring up at the tree. An AiT should be able to do this! The young teenager rises and begins to brush the debris off her as she keeps glaring at the tree. ”Dammit, those instructors made it look so easy too! Why can’t I do this?!” With a flustered huff she walks over to the jacket she left nearby and fishes her phone free, checking to make sure no one had tried to get hold of her while she was out here.
She didn’t want to think about the fact that it had been three hours and all she could manage was busting her ass each time she hit that branch.
A clear voice rang out through the woods, as clear as the bright sky above, carried on a crisp winter breeze through the leaves and branches. The source was a slight thing, still growing but obviously beginning to show the shape she would take later in life and obviously never going to rise above any but the shortest of people. What Tenken lacked in height and weight she appeared to be making up in hair. Voluminous pink waves cascade down from the crown of her head and envelop it like a strawberry cone. It does frame her face quite nicely, the bright gold eyes eyeing a tree just ahead of her with determination.
And then she’s off, her sneakers kicking up dirt as she leaps at the tree and twists in the air to land with her feet on the trunk. The weight of her loose cargo pants and slightly-less loose shirt weighing slightly on her form as she begins to run up the trunk. It was an exercise meant for students, true, but one she hadn’t yet perfected. As shown when she reaches the lowest branch a couple dozen feet up and immediately tries to stand upside on it it only to go falling to the ground.
A high pitched squeak sounds out before a flash of blue light pulses from her briefly. When it fades she’s a few yards away on her butt, glaring up at the tree. An AiT should be able to do this! The young teenager rises and begins to brush the debris off her as she keeps glaring at the tree. ”Dammit, those instructors made it look so easy too! Why can’t I do this?!” With a flustered huff she walks over to the jacket she left nearby and fishes her phone free, checking to make sure no one had tried to get hold of her while she was out here.
She didn’t want to think about the fact that it had been three hours and all she could manage was busting her ass each time she hit that branch.