Training of the Heart

Yi TaeKyung · 05-12-2011, 11:21 AM

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The black-furred she-wolf ran her lightly callused fingers through her coat, releasing clouds of salt into the fresh waters of the lake. Already the dark woman felt much better, for, although she had come from a small land surrounded by ocean, she belonged upon solid land and in fresh water. With her soul sighing delightedly through shining, lunar orbs, the woman’s emotionless features relaxed. Thoroughly, she continued to rub away the salt that dissolved immediately upon contact with the water, making sure that none would remain within her coat to hinder her ability to retain body warmth. Occasionally, she would change her location so as to utilize as much fresh water as possible. As she worked quietly and gently, the dark fae noted that the waters felt different than the waters of her homeland. There were more minerals, she decided, and the water felt ‘뻣뻣해,’ or ‘stiff’. It was something that she would have to get used to, if she were going to make a new home of these lands.

The Korean hybrid licked her lips as she realized how hungry she was. She realized as well that her lips tasted like the ocean, and she dipped her face down to wash it clean. Dunking her head, she scrubbed the salt away before lifting her head and shaking the moisture from her coat. As she was reminded of how tired her body was, the well-trained ears heard the arrival of another. Because she was in both a foreign culture and a foreign land, the taekwondo artist was on alert, her hackles raised and her posture erect. Forgetting her fatigue and hunger, the glowing, white orbs found the ‘intruder’ of the peaceful scene and watched the other quietly. It seemed, however, that the light-hued wolf was no threat to her at the moment, and the Korean was struck by the sadness that seemed to emanate from the other.

Slowly, the black wolf pushed herself into deeper waters where her feet found no purchase. Approaching she called out, “누구셔?” forgetting that she was not in her homeland. The Korean’s voice was both loud and soft, a smooth alto that easily cut through the air. There was an uncertain pause before the foreign hybrid continued. “Heh-loh,” she called softly in thickly accented English. A soft bow of her head was given in greeting, as was custom in her culture. She wanted to ask who the other was and also why the other was sad, but perhaps now was not the time. Her tired body and her tired mind found it difficult to recall any English in an effective manner. The white orbs peered up at the other, openly displaying her plainly beautiful and foreign features in the dim light of the evening sun. Her body moved slowly to keep herself afloat as she waited with great uncertainty for the other to respond. Although the foreigner was not immediately friendly to the stranger, she was not hostile as well. There was no need to cause pointless hostility, although sometimes, she admitted, it was fun.

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