Post by Cambia on Sept 30, 2022 6:35:35 GMT -5
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The blonde Konatsian let out a cry as she swung her blade into the crystalline post in front of her, the blade biting deep into the quartz before she pulled it free. This particular formation was covered in a variety of gouges and grooves, all formed over the course of... however long she had been down in these caves for now. Whilst the Namekian physicians and healers had said that Cambia was perfectly fine now, a part of her still found itself aching. Psychosomatic they had called it, and they were probably right... But the Konatsian couldn't help shake the feeling that she had to do something.
So she had come here to the Whistling Caves in order to get in some physical training. See if maybe getting in some physical rehabilitation would set her mind and body at ease, as well as maybe help increase her overall strength whilst she was at it. Occasionally she met other Namekians who had come here for the same reason or close enough, and they had sparred with one another from time to time... But right now she was on her own, in her own little carved out corner of these expansive labyrinthine caves.
Now and again Cambia could hear the echoes of distant warriors training, and she was certain that they could definitely hear her as well. Which is why she was a little morose that Namekian hearing was so sensitive, otherwise these caves would make for a great place to practice some music in. She had tried that on the first day she'd come here in fact, but hadn't quite anticipated how acoustically carrying the sounds of her ocarina would be... A lesson she had swiftly learned as a pack of unamused and only slightly sympathetic warrior clan Namekians descended on her back then.
She took a drink from her canteen before taking a slow breath and resumed her swings at the crystalline training dummy as it were. At least this ache in her body she knew was from her own efforts... But would it be enough to compensate for the one she felt in her mind?
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