Cat Pose [Cinderella]

[chesh]

Chesh rolled her shoulders, the top few vertebrae in her spine crackling as she exhaled and waved goodbye to the few straggling members of the Yoga club as the exited their weekly group session. Chesh liked yoga. It reminded her of being a cat again, stretching her back along tree stumps and laying on her back over branches. She had retained her flexibility in her human form, and tended to put it to good use with tricks of contortionism. Yoga, however, was simply a relaxing hobby. Time to do some of the things she liked best: thinking and smiling. Sometimes she would even nod off, but that happened much less now that she had a few other members in her club.

With a small nearby towel, Chesh wiped away the light sheen of sweat from her shoulders and forehead, running the towel over her muscular stomach. Chesh hadn’t bothered to use her masculine self today, really. She didn’t usually when it came to yoga. It was just nicer to practice yoga in a sports-bra and pants. Whoever had invented the sports bra truly deserved a medal of some sort.

Crouching and rolling up her matt, Chesh stopped and took in a whiff of the air. She wondered if she still had time to be he today, if she just shouldn’t bother.

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Cinderella had been walking somewhat aimlessly around campus when she'd spotted the yoga club at work. She'd paused, intrigued by their slow, graceful movements and how easily they seemed to bend their body into almost impossible shapes - some of them, of course, moreso than others. It wasn't something she'd ever seen before, and she was fascinated.

Edging forwards once the crowd had dispersed a little, she put on a friendly smile and walked over to the young woman who was left - she had been one of the most impressive members of the club, and Cinderella was keen to hear what she had to say about what they'd been doing, as she was obviously one of the most experienced.

"Hello," she called cheerfully "I was wondering, what was that you were all just doing?"

[chesh]

As Chesh was rolling her mat, about to sling it over her broad shoulder, she caught sight of the shy blond girl approaching. Tilting her head to regard the girl with interest, Chesh returned her smile, though as usual it seemed less friendly and more mischevious. “Hello.” She greeted in return, planting a hand on her boyish hip and looking Cinderella over.

“It’s called Yoga. It’s a long series of stretching poses.” Chesh looked out over the dispersing crowd. “It is supposed to bring peace or relaxation or something of that nature, but I just think it is good exercise and seeing as cats are incredibly bendy I thought it would be a nice hobby.” She chuckled. “It seems to be going over well, since I’m the president of the club now.”

“What is your name, Lovely?” She asked almost boredly. “Though we could stick with Lovely, if you like.”

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"It sounds terrible interesting," Cinderella smiled politely, nothing but sincerity in her voice, "wait, did you just say cats? Are you, I mean, were you... I'm sorry, is it impolite to ask? I don't want to be rude, but... are you a cat?" she hoped the young woman wouldn't take offence to her question, but she was ever so interested. She was aware that there were some students here who, at home, were not entirely human, though she'd yet to actually encounter any of them (as far as she was aware, anyway), the idea was absolutely fascinating to her. The idea of conversing with animals was, of course, nothing knew, but to speak with them, to interact with them, as humans? How wonderful a thought that was!

"Oh, my name is Cinderella, and what is yours?" she asked sweetly, blushing a little at the compliment. It wasn't actually often she was called lovely, before she came here if she was called anything it was usually an insult, and even here at school she hadn't found compliments to be particularly commonplace - not that she was fishing for them of course.

[chesh]

“Well you’re welcome to join us whenever you like, we meet once a week, but I practice every day.” She explained, standing up a little straighter when Cinderella inquired as to her origin. She was grinning with absolutely glee. Few were astute or flexible enough to understand the answer, and yet Cinderella seemed to have come to it easily and all on her own. “Why yes! I am!” She chirped with a bit of a giggle. “It’s not impolite at all, in my opinion, but I rarely find questions impolite because if you can’t ask questions then why bother trying to learn anything at all.”

Chesh sighed, picking her nails absently. “and if you’re not bothering to learn anything than you certainly should be at a school, don’t you think?” She looked over to the young blonde, catching her in a lovely blush. Princesses were so delightfully shy. Except the ones who were brash. Chesh was less fond of them. “I am called Chesh,” He offered. “mostly by virtue of my being a Cheshire cat.”

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"Oh I think I would like that," she beamed at the offer. It seemed like such an interesting exercise, strangely relaxing and yet impressive at the same time, she would very much like to join in with that. Her smile faded slightly into a frown of confusion as she tried to work through Chesh's statement, but she caught the gist of it and her smile came back as she nodded in agreement.

"Oh absolutely, I'm so glad you aren't offended, I feel awfully bad when I accidentally offend people, but I just have so many questions!" This place was so interesting, full of magic and exciting people, she didn't know how everybody else didn't ask a hundred questions a day.

"Excuse me for asking another," she said politely, despite the assertion that Chesh really didn't mind "but what is a cheshire cat? I don't believe I've heard of one before..."

[chesh]

“Then we’ll make it so!” Chesh promised, chuckling slightly at the blonde’s excitable smile. It was refreshing to meet someone who was so interested in something new, someone willing to branch out and try new things. So many at the school were set in their ways, or on their way to it.

Chesh snorted slightly, scratching the back of her head. “Well I can certainly think of worse things to be than offended. I’d rather be offended than an uneducated, I think. Though frankly, I haven’t felt uneducated in so long and I’m rarely offended that I can hardly form an opinion.” Having not said much of anything and satisfied with the direction of the conversation, Chesh shrugged her shoulders.

“Good question!” She answered, nodding curtly and turning on her heel to walk away. She motioned for Cinderella to follow, but did nothing to continue in her answer to the question.