Late Night Yoga

2/23/2009

11:10 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (4% full).
It is currently 23:06 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 23 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.70 and falling, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Harbor Park -- The Meadow(#194RJ)
One of the last bastions of green left in the city, mottled and withered grass and weeds covers the earth like a badly stained carpet, with the construction work turning what is left into just bare dirt. The vegetation seems marginally healthier the further it is from the river and much healthier towards the central area of the park around the fountain. Construction work is ongoing here: a raised earthen berm about five feet tall is being built all around the park perimeter, with two breaks each at the Bridge Street entrance and the First Street end. Wooden posts are being erected at regular intervals all along the earthen wall, while tasteful iron gates and fences are being added at the entrances. Overpowering the scent of living vegetation are the exhaust fumes from a busy street to the west and an unpleasant stench from the Columbia River to the east. From the street view or river view, the park is now isolated, as if it existed apart from the city. People in tall buildings have an excellent view of any goings-ons for now, though. In the center of the park, a small glade of six tall trees and a flower bed surrounds the fountain.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire.
Contents:
Daphne
Obvious exits:
Bridge Street  Fountain  First Street  River

Yi is out late in the dark of the night, the barest sliver of the moon hidden further by the clouds that bring light rain down upon the city. As a lonesome figure, she crawls through the scenery of the park on her two legs at a markedly languorous pace from afar, but anyone who approaches closer might notice her hunched shoulders, ducked head, and overall attempt to let the rain bleed away the tension from her form.

Daphne's close to the fountin, under one of the lights, folded into half-lotus on a bench. Her eyes flicker open to follow the stranger's progress, and they narrow slightly.

Even from the shadows, there comes a feeling that Yi is aware of the other figure nearby. Perhaps she even knows of her progress around the park being followed, because eventually the Gnawer fostern looks almost directly at the lit half-lotus-seated lady. Gradually her feet angle her path towards Daphne, but the journey is again slow, arcing, warily investigating from afar.

[Look Daphne]
She's striking, but not model-gorgeous; her hair is a little too punk for that, her curves too lush, and her features not quite fine enough. Her twentysomething, sculpted face is marred just a little by a too-prominent nose and a faint scar on one side of her jaw. Light-brown hair, looking like it's grown into unkempt chaos from a very short cut, frames stark features and falls down to frame her cheek, often hiding the scar. A glimpse of some other marking can be seen when she turns her head, this one clearly the result of deliberate and repeated scarification: a line of raised keloid snakes up from the neckline of her clothing, curving up from the side of her neck to end in a spiraling curl below her right ear. Her mouth is broad and expressive, her eyes a brilliant blue. She's taller than average but not towering, at perhaps five-nine--but she tends to wear blocky heels that take her hnine close to six feet, and she has the build of a lanky Amazon.
Slim bootcut Lucky jeans pour down her legs into tall black sheepskin boots. A deconstructed sweater, grey-green with laddered ripped stitches and raw edges, hangs loose over her upper body, skimming her curves; beneath it she wears a clingy lightweight grey turtleneck, the sleeves overlong to scrunch over her wrists and hands, the edges left raw.

Daphne averts her gaze--and her face--quickly, self-conscious apology in her posture. She rolls to her feet, getting up from the bench and standing still in tadasana: tree pose, balanced and active.

Yi nonetheless continues an approach with growing interest. More of that tension, small though it seems to be, replaces with curiosity at the shift of position. The ragabash seems fascinated. She slinks towards the bench, rounding to a distance that would seem for polite conversation between strangers. But, nothing comes from the Gnawer verbally.

Though her gaze is focused on the infinite distance, Daphne picks up on the stranger's approach and it breaks her concentration before she begins. "Sorry," she murmurs, glancing to the woman and then quickly away. "I-- um. Didn't mean to distract you, or anything."

She averts her gaze again, turning her head sharply.

Yi blinks a few times then backs up a step. "Oh, I'm... sorry too. I mean, I was not doing anything special." It's at the averted gaze and turned head that the Gnawer's gaze finds the visible scarring. The ragabash blinks again, and her mouth thins. Awkwardly, "You practice yoga?"

Daphne nods quickly in answer. "Since I was a kid," she murmurs. "You?"

"I've taken some lessons," Yi's reply speaks softly, distracted by the scar she sees. "My teacher was a much better teacher than I was student," she adds as an injection of attempted humor to the memory.

One corner of the woman's mouth quirks up, just a little; the attempted smile doesn't reach her eyes. "I'm sure you could pick it up, if you tried again." Her speaking voice is hoarse and low, scratchy but not unpleasant.

Daphne doesn't offer much in the way of eye contact, and her expression seems mild, a disconnected mask.

Yi bobs her head in agreement, glances off to a side once she manages to yank her gaze from the sight of the scar on the woman, and rolls her shoulders in a small shrug. When she turns back, she introduces a touch awkwardly, "My name is Yi. It's... very nice to meet you..." Her voice trails, leaving the other to fill in the blank.

Daphne swallows, glancing to the woman for longer, this time, her gaze wary. "Daphne," she answers, looking away awkwardly. "Um, do you--I hope it doesn't offend you... d'you have somewhere to get out of the rain, tonight?"

Yi wets her misted on lips, and looks up towards the precipitation. Her hair falls back over her face when she looks back at Daphne, and a hand moves to push the damp locks away. The ragabash smiles faintly, the expression carrying more of a degree of warmth. "Yes, I should be able to find my way," comes her answer. "In fact, I think I am more concerned for you, Miss Daphne. You will catch cold in the rain, doing yoga."

Daphne shakes her head minutely, lowering her eyes. "I like the rain," she murmurs.

"Water on your head, water out of your nose," Yi counters lightly. "But, well, the rain is not to be feared when it's like this."

Daphne tips her head up, closing her eyes for a moment. "No," she agrees. After a moment of enjoying the drizzle on her face, she looks over to the Gnawer and offers, quietly, "I could get you something hot to drink?"

To that, Yi is not so inclined to counter. Her posture shifts forward in piqued interest. "Tea?" she suggests. "Hot cocoa? Apple cider?" The possibilities! "I know a 24-hour diner near here..."

Daphne nods, picking up her wool overcoat and throwing it on. "The doughnut place? Yeah, I know it. Whatever you want."

Yi smiles again and closes a little more distance between them, ready to follow where she goes. There is, though, a little wariness still to her steps - not out of fear, but the natural caution of one who knowingly still follows a stranger. "So are you maybe one of the park volunteers?" Her question comes rolling out a few paces in, a line cast with it on the end.

Daphne shakes her head. Her walk is graceful but guarded, the movement of an animal through dangerous territory. "No, I just live in the city and come here when I don't have time to get out."

Yi's reply rounds out a little "Oh." Fingers tug back the dampened, darkened locks of her hair some more. "Still, it is a surprise to see a young woman as you out here exercising." There's a hint of implication to the Gnawer's words, but nothing /too/ concerned.

"I like to be outside," Daphne says quietly. "And the park's relatively safe. Not as good as way out at Wolf Woods or somewhere, but I don't always have that kinda time." There's not much more conversation, as she walks with the Gnawer to the shop and buys her a drink and a snack.

Yi arches her brows at the mention of Wolf Woods, looking a touch more curiously at the woman. The words are stuffed away though, in favor of the approach to the open establishment. Snack and drink acquired though, Yi doesn't linger for very much longer than she must. "You are a very busy sounding woman," says the ragabash with that quirk of a lopsided smile, "So I thank you for your gifts of food and drink, and time taken from your activities." She offers a salute to her with the drink holding hand.

Daphne shakes her head minutely, offering one of those not-smiles again.

"No big deal," she answers, quietly. "Walk safe, out there."

Still, Yi feels genuine in gratitude. And with a quick bite of the donut in hand, relishing the warmly glazed dough to go with it, she turns to head off on her way. "Keep your head dry," is the newmoon's departing note.

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