<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason agreed with her,<em>"Yes, the air here is amazing... As fresh as the Aravalli Mountains, in Northwestern India. Just..."</em>He took a breath, and let it out,<em>"Fills the Soul."</em>A chuckle found it's way past his lips. Jen was immediately a willing participant in the conversation, and he found himself almost magnetically attracted; if the rumors were true, then life here on the island would likely get very interesting, very fast.<br/><br/>At her question of what he'd been doing, the passion for his lifestyle was immediately visible;<em>"Why, absolutely, I'd love to show you some things. If it means I get to watch you swim, I'm down for anything."</em>He teased her, then his palms came together, one atop the other, as if he were cupping a small creature between his hands. Because he was still aware of the power he'd generated, his hands were very warm and would continue to be so. At the moment, he felt his attention shift and his breathing came evenly.<em>"You've never heard of Chi Gong, before? It's an ancient system of meditational breathing, crafted to still the mind and bring a sense of inner peace. Let's just get ourselves a little room..." <br/></em><br/>He stepped closer to her, touched her arm gently as he past, giving them enough room to stretch out but still remaining close. Jen would be surprised at the strength of his touch, the sureness of his step, and a strange feeling left by his passing... she knew at that moment that he had healing hands. He liked her hair down, but did not protest when she put it back up.<br/><br/><em>"Alright, Jen. First thing is first... It's all in the breath."</em>He instructed, giving her a brief explanation of the basic principles of his Art: the purpose of emptying one's mind of all distraction, of breathing from the belly, one's Core, and linking movement with inhalation and exhalation. Mason's feet widened out in a solid stance, feet pointed forward, dropping slightly from the knees as he felt himself ground into the Earth. He showed her some simple movements of the hands, how to stretch the shoulders and back while filling one's lungs with air, and how to let the breath carry tension away. They were facing each-other, and Mason allowed his eyes to roam across her body unafraid. Though he watched primarily to ensure she showed the proper form and balance, he also couldn't help but admire her lithe and powerful shape. She seemed as if she carried little tension in her frame, and was perfectly proportioned... Her long legs, powerful from years of training, her hips and stomach carrying zero excess, her arms toned, and her breasts rising and falling with her breathing.<br/><br/>Once she seemed to understand the basics, which didn't take long, Mason decided to up the ante.<em>"Since you're at home in the water, think like water... Fluid, unchecked. Conform to the movements, and make them thick... As if you were moving in honey."</em>Already, both their bodies would be flooded with oxygen; the world seeming to slow to a crawl, all thoughts of the world "outside" melting away, and a sense of Inner Calm passing over them as they simply made the moment.<br/><br/>Mason broke his stance and moved around to her back, taking the role of "teacher" and directing his student. He placed one hand on her hip, directed her to flex deeper into her stance, finding balance and connecting more with the Earth beneath their feet; his other hand corrected her elbows, bringing them closer to her Center Line. While the stance seemed somewhat uncomfortable, it was simply that the movements were unfamiliar. So close to her, his body seemed to give off it's own natural heat. His breath, a never-ending cycle (in through the nose, out through the mouth), had linked with hers and they breathed in tandem. His fingers were like iron, every detail surgical in it's presentation, seeking perfection not just in himself, but in her as well. Though he did not press the issue, he could not help but breath in the scent of her body... the taste of chlorine on his tongue, and the smell of her perspiration. To an untrained eye, it would have all seemed totally harmless... but here on the island, where adults could have whatever fun they wished, his signals were plainly obvious.<br/><br/><em>"Your control is amazing, and your form is excellent. Are you sure you've never done this before?"</em>He complimented her, obviously believing she knew more than she was letting on.