[Gossamer]

Kimsan exited the water with the young Satyata in tow and picked up a soft towel from a stone bench beside the steam pool. He handed one to his student, then used another to dry the water from his skin. "Though we remove water from the outsides of our bodies, we do not and cannot remove the water from within. Blood is water. Never forget that. We are mostly water because we are mostly blood and liquid. Its what lubricates our bones and causes our tears. Like the sea, our water is salt. Never forget that... and although us Kemites live far from the shore these days, here in our new home. Once we lived along the coasts, fished, and dwelled with the sea happily. Its always apart of us because of that. You can remember the storms if you close your eyes or hold a shell to your ear. Be that storm... quiet, contained, explosive." He said, slipping on his sun colored robe and waiting for the SunnSon to join him.

Then, together they moved out into the courtyard. Kimsan wasn't planning on keeping Satyata up much longer, but he wanted the lesson to stick. "Now, take my hand again. Let's dance in the air... and be as water." With a similar gesture, Kimsan offered Satyata his hands. If the boy took them, the SunnFather would start to move, pulling him, pushing him, and flowing around the courtyard just practicing being like the water, moving with absolute control. What Satyata might notice, had he been really paying attention, was that such motion took a lot more muscle use than just normal walking and normal functioning. "Our bodies are inherently lazy. They will try to get away with movement using the least amount of energy and the least amount of muscles. Part of Ataa is that we teach them to use all our muscles all the time so we have micro control of our bodies." The SunnFather said gently as the pair circled. "In Ataa, everything moves.... everything...." He said, repeating himself.

Then suddenly, just as Satyata was getting comfortable in the dance, he moved, changing it up, adding more intensity, forcing the boy into a tighter pattern, forcing him to move more closely with him. It was like the pair were bound to a loom and Kimsan was the weaver. Satyata had no choice but to follow the weaving. They were moving faster and faster... swirling.

And then he stopped. Kimsan just stopped.

"Rest. Now rest. Your breathing is good. Your understanding is even better. Come tomorrow to the courtyard here to break your fast. We will learn about strikes, both by hand and by leg... and I will introduce you to the animals that help us learn these things. But rest well, quiet your mind, do not sit up at night thinking this over. Its a slow process to reteach your body the world is not as it thinks it always is. Our forms are stubborn... and there is much to unlearn and relearn. Have patience, and I will see you tomorrow." The monk said, smilng and wandering off. Truth was, he had classes to attend and a service to perform, otherwise he'd have stayed all day with the lad working on their Ataa.