The Beach, Thursday Morning
It was starting to get too cold for this.
Ghanima slipped off her shoes, letting her feet dig into the familiar feel of the beach. She was still of the opinion that sand should be hot; finding it cool to the touch during the day was still strange, even after all this time.
Taking a deep breath, she centered herself, allowing her mind to empty as she began moving through the basic forms of the Weirding Way.
[OOC: Looking for a sand-nin, but open beach is open and available for all your Ghanima needs!]
Ghanima slipped off her shoes, letting her feet dig into the familiar feel of the beach. She was still of the opinion that sand should be hot; finding it cool to the touch during the day was still strange, even after all this time.
Taking a deep breath, she centered herself, allowing her mind to empty as she began moving through the basic forms of the Weirding Way.
[OOC: Looking for a sand-nin, but open beach is open and available for all your Ghanima needs!]