<div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z302/redwillowwitch/Asian_Warrior_Bust_1_by_1nch_zpse16c856b.jpg)</div><em><strong>Wei Dao</strong></em><br/><em>Morning Exercise</em><br/><br/>The morning sun had peeked it's way over one of the apartment complexes in her district, the small flat she called home modest but acceptable for her needs. She had precious little she actually owned, the furniture in the apartment was what was left after the old woman who had previously lived had passed. She had eaten what was left of her previous night's meal, and then begun her morning stretches, hearing the satisfying pop and pull each time moved left and right.<br/><br/>Once properly limbered she had set off across the rooftops, smiling as she did so. The roof's were as good as any fancy gym, and reminded her of a concrete version of the tree's she used to bound around in at her Master's home. She'd tried this when she first moved here, and ended up almost falling between the buildings at first. It had taken time and patience to adapt to her new jungle gym, but soon she was springing around with the comfort level that any city dweller would have. Smiling a little, she springs forward like a cat, planting her hands against a chimney and diving forward, her hands grasping a windowsill on the higher building across the alley. Grunting with effort she pulls herself up once, then drops and then springs up, and up, jump climbing the window ledges until she reaches the roof top, a thin sheen of sweat across her body. Huffing a little bit she pauses and waits for her rendezvous.