Now that he's slowed down, Myra changes her pace to keep a few feet behind him, her smaller stature almost an advantage as she finds herself ducking not nearly as much to avoid low branches. She picks up a calm rhythm that easily adjusts to changes in terrain, or small obstacles, her breathing regulated and calm. She's found her walking meditation and calmly watches her surroundings, her mind for once, clear of all the concerns of an agent always on the watch, and yet still aware of her surroundings.
The sun peeks through the leaves here and there, and the temperature is perfect with the faintest hint of a breeze to keep the air from being stagnant as they work their way along the trail.
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Date: 2009-05-05 05:13 pm (UTC)The sun peeks through the leaves here and there, and the temperature is perfect with the faintest hint of a breeze to keep the air from being stagnant as they work their way along the trail.