The Gym, Friday Morning

[athosborn]

Teyla's finals were over, and none of them had been as frightening as some of the ones from last semester had sounded. That deserved a bit of celebrating, which to Teyla translated to time in the gym, working through her paces with her sticks. It felt good to practice, and it wasn't long before she fell into a steady rhythm and blocked everything else out.

[Open! And yes, she's dressed much like her icon. *g*]