Not really for himself, though Spock had started teaching him. But the woman's form was undeniably familiar, even if the woman herself was not. And Jim, passing through on his way to a work out he had been neglecting slightly of late, found himself slowing to watch the graceful movements. In solo form, it somewhat resembled tai chi, though Jim was conscious that it was erroneous to make assumptions based on superficial cultural similarities.
Though Spock was accustomed to the occasional human stopping, observing, and even mimicking her regime, there was something distinctly familiar about the blonde who had paused just inside of her peripheral vision. As Spock completed the first set of the formal sequence, she halted in form and turned her head to regard the human. Under proper scrutiny, however, his familiarity was no more understandable. She had, in fact, no knowledge as to who this human was.
Jim stopped, smiling automatically, a sort of apology in his expression but not the sort that begged forgiveness because the transgression, in his eyes, was minimal.
"Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help but notice. That's ke-tarya, isn't it? But don't let me interrupt."
There was something familiar about her, something his brain was telling him that had yet to form into words.
"Curious," Spock commented and arched an eyebrow. Though she was speaking, he'd given her leave to continue and she did so without hesitation. As she fell into the second sequence, her eyebrow dropped again.
"You have been introduced to this specific martial combat form?" Spock prompted.
Sometimes, exercise was the best way to escape from problems. Winona's normal mechanism of breaking, then fixing something or avoiding thinking about problems entirely weren't going to do today. A side effect of the appointments she'd been keeping, she supposed, she wasn't being as destructive as usually was. It was nice, despite other problems that kept cropping up. Problems that led Winona to the gym, dressed in a red tank top reminiscent of her days on the Kelvin and at Starfleet Academy and blank athletic pants that were just tight enough on her.
Upon entering however, she was greeted by a female whose name she did not know. She tilted her head slightly as she watched her movements, intrigued.
"I am executing the initial defensive formation of the Vulcan martial art known as ke-tarya," Spock answered succinctly as she extended her right arm laterally, sharply, and stepped into the motion. As she turned back, she was able to view the entity whom had initiated conversation. Spock promptly found herself presented with an entirely unfamiliar blonde. Her well fitted clothing indicated that she was ready for exercise, though the even coloration of her visible skin indicated that she had not begun.
"It is meditative as well as physically exhaustive," Spock added and arched a brow. "I find it useful."
"Approximately ninety-eight percent of the motions contained within ke'tarya can be learned and executed by any humanoid person," Spock clarified as she twisted and brought her left leg up, parallel with her hip. The motion completed the series and Spock lowered her leg with practiced grace.
"The remaining two percent require musculature that Humans do not specifically possess," she continued as she adjusted the line of her shoulders to a more casual stance. "I am capable of instructing you, if you desire to learn."
Though it was traditional for Humans to extend a hand in greeting, Spock did not. Fortunately, considering the sheer number of Vulcans present on this Enterprise, her faux pas would likely go unnoticed. "Greetings, I am Spock."
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Not really for himself, though Spock had started teaching him. But the woman's form was undeniably familiar, even if the woman herself was not. And Jim, passing through on his way to a work out he had been neglecting slightly of late, found himself slowing to watch the graceful movements. In solo form, it somewhat resembled tai chi, though Jim was conscious that it was erroneous to make assumptions based on superficial cultural similarities.
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Most fascinating.
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"Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help but notice. That's ke-tarya, isn't it? But don't let me interrupt."
There was something familiar about her, something his brain was telling him that had yet to form into words.
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"You have been introduced to this specific martial combat form?" Spock prompted.
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Upon entering however, she was greeted by a female whose name she did not know. She tilted her head slightly as she watched her movements, intrigued.
"Forgive me for asking, but what are you doing?"
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"It is meditative as well as physically exhaustive," Spock added and arched a brow. "I find it useful."
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She couldn't resist the urge to arch her own eyebrow. "Is it only something you Vulcans can do? Or can you teach it to a Human?"
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"The remaining two percent require musculature that Humans do not specifically possess," she continued as she adjusted the line of her shoulders to a more casual stance. "I am capable of instructing you, if you desire to learn."
Though it was traditional for Humans to extend a hand in greeting, Spock did not. Fortunately, considering the sheer number of Vulcans present on this Enterprise, her faux pas would likely go unnoticed. "Greetings, I am Spock."
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