Leaning forward comfortably, almost effortlessly on her forearms, Ami kept herself in a plank, reading through a new novel she had plucked fresh off the shelf that morning. Her earbuds in, and in the back behind the last row of shelves, Ami expected herself not to be disturbed that Sunday morning. The timer on her phone went off, and she reset it, turning onto her side to switch into a side plank.Lithe /līT͟H/, adj: (especially of a person's body) thin, supple, and graceful.
This had been a morning workout ritual ever since Ami was six; every Sunday, the entire morning would be dedicated to burning away the unnecessary fat and calories she'd accumulated over the week. This way, Ami's thin and limber frame was slightly deceiving- she was a rather strong girl, armed with well-toned muscles and quick feet.
Speaking of quick feet, Ami realized she hadn't sparred anyone for weeks, months, now. She was getting out of practice, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Well, she could practice on her own, but that was no fun. Maybe she could find someone who would be willing to spar with her...
Her timer went off again, and Ami switched to her other side. Sighing, she flipped the page of her book, continuing to read, until she heard a voice in her ear, apparently talking to her.
esse quam videri
STA: 2 | AGI: 4 | STR: 7 | CTL: 6 | ArcP: 4 | ACC: 7