Bless the fact that the door has been behaving, recently.
Dan Feng answers promptly, having known that company was coming, dressed in light white silks with long sleeves, red-capped cranes embroidered onto them. Not so dissimilar from what he had worn before, when last they met. The room carries the woody scent of incense.
"Thank you." Macaque takes two steps into the apartment, just enough to get the door closed, and then removes his shoes. If their cultures are as similar as they seem, that would be the polite thing to do.
"I'm glad to have an open invitation this time, rather than a false one." This place and their "encouragement", sigh.
He was not particularly pleased about that. Though he's signed a contract here, Dan Feng nevertheless prefers to do things on his own terms, needing no such encouragement. Or so he thinks. The door snicks shut, and Dan Feng locks it, even if there is perhaps no point, then pads further into the room.
Macaque was quite clear about the displeasure, but Dan Feng was polite and welcoming regardless. It shows his character, as did the expert way he played.
"It's nice to be close to nature when practicing these arts. A shame that there's snow all over right now." Macaque makes his way over to the window and stretches just a bit, his tail swishing behind him.
"I agree. A park would have been much more ideal for this," he says, and takes his stance. The window is large at least, looking down over the city, a lovely view, show-covered though it is. "But as might be readily apparent.. I am not particularly suited for the cold."
"I understand. My adopted son is the same. Once we had to bundle him up and carry him through a snowstorm." They really had no way around it, alas.
"You might have to remind me how to begin. Once I'm in the movements, I should remember most of it. Forgive me, it's been centuries and some of my memories before my death are a little fuzzy."
There's a lot to unpack here from just like. Two sentences. But that can be worried about later.
"Of course. I start with tapping, and loosening my body. We will go slowly."
He takes his stance first, spine straight and knees relaxed, before he starts to steady and control his breathing, then tap his nervous system awake with his fingers, starting from the top of his head.
Yeah, he does that. Just dropping stuff with no explanation. (He will probably explain if asked.)
Macaque nods, and Macaque perfectly mimics the movements. Ah yes, the acupressure. His memory is tickled just a bit, and soon he's not only copying Dan Feng's movements, but anticipating each one.
By the time he's finished warming up, it seems like his companion is beginning to follow along easily.
"Jogging your memory?"
Now, he begins to breathe, lifting his arms and then lowering them, focusing on the way his breath fills his lungs, on the way his qi flows through his body, centering himself in the moment.
"Yes. Muscle memory more than my recollection, but it's enough for now."
Macaque lifts and lowers his arms accordingly, though his breath is less deep than one might expect. His kind can breathe underwater, they don't need much air to function.
It's evident that Macaque focuses, though. Ancient as he is, he is extremely good at focusing. There would be an almost physical component to it if he were flirting, but that would be inappropriate right now, even for Macaque.
The body remembers long after the mind has forgotten, much of the time, and Macaque is certainly good at this. So in time, Dan Feng begins to move into move advances motions, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, each movement elegantly swaying into the next, his focus, too, quite good, calm, centered. Though his soul is ancient, his awareness as Dan Feng is only seven or so centuries old, but still, it has been more than enough time to teach him this skill.
Macaque opts to keep his eyes open, finding that watching Dan Feng is both helpful to his memory and a worthwhile endeavor on its own. Watching someone move when they understand and embrace the deep spirituality of it is undeniably fascinating.
His own movements are smooth and demonstrate how well he focuses despite his fuzzy memories. Macaque finds himself settling like the ocean in between churning waves, extremely glad for the chance to stretch these mental muscles.
They lapse into silence then, the scent of incense curling through the air, the sound of silk against silk all that breaks the silence as they move together. Dan Feng's body is long and willowy, moving with grace and great control as he goes through each motion meticulously; Macaque is right in his estimation that Dan Feng can appreciate the deep spirituality of the moment, of each movement, how it moves the energy around and within them.
And all the while he maintains his breathing, focusing on the avenues of his meridians, the flow of his qi, the careful, manicured silence around them, and each deliberate bare footstep. It is a beautiful feeling.
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Bless the fact that the door has been behaving, recently.
Dan Feng answers promptly, having known that company was coming, dressed in light white silks with long sleeves, red-capped cranes embroidered onto them. Not so dissimilar from what he had worn before, when last they met. The room carries the woody scent of incense.
"Mm, you as well. Please, come in."
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"I'm glad to have an open invitation this time, rather than a false one." This place and their "encouragement", sigh.
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"So am I."
He was not particularly pleased about that. Though he's signed a contract here, Dan Feng nevertheless prefers to do things on his own terms, needing no such encouragement. Or so he thinks. The door snicks shut, and Dan Feng locks it, even if there is perhaps no point, then pads further into the room.
"I've cleared a space by the front window."
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"It's nice to be close to nature when practicing these arts. A shame that there's snow all over right now." Macaque makes his way over to the window and stretches just a bit, his tail swishing behind him.
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Lizert.
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"You might have to remind me how to begin. Once I'm in the movements, I should remember most of it. Forgive me, it's been centuries and some of my memories before my death are a little fuzzy."
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"Of course. I start with tapping, and loosening my body. We will go slowly."
He takes his stance first, spine straight and knees relaxed, before he starts to steady and control his breathing, then tap his nervous system awake with his fingers, starting from the top of his head.
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Macaque nods, and Macaque perfectly mimics the movements. Ah yes, the acupressure. His memory is tickled just a bit, and soon he's not only copying Dan Feng's movements, but anticipating each one.
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"Jogging your memory?"
Now, he begins to breathe, lifting his arms and then lowering them, focusing on the way his breath fills his lungs, on the way his qi flows through his body, centering himself in the moment.
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Macaque lifts and lowers his arms accordingly, though his breath is less deep than one might expect. His kind can breathe underwater, they don't need much air to function.
It's evident that Macaque focuses, though. Ancient as he is, he is extremely good at focusing. There would be an almost physical component to it if he were flirting, but that would be inappropriate right now, even for Macaque.
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The body remembers long after the mind has forgotten, much of the time, and Macaque is certainly good at this. So in time, Dan Feng begins to move into move advances motions, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, each movement elegantly swaying into the next, his focus, too, quite good, calm, centered. Though his soul is ancient, his awareness as Dan Feng is only seven or so centuries old, but still, it has been more than enough time to teach him this skill.
And he has certainly needed it.
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His own movements are smooth and demonstrate how well he focuses despite his fuzzy memories. Macaque finds himself settling like the ocean in between churning waves, extremely glad for the chance to stretch these mental muscles.
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And all the while he maintains his breathing, focusing on the avenues of his meridians, the flow of his qi, the careful, manicured silence around them, and each deliberate bare footstep. It is a beautiful feeling.