Post by maybe on Apr 6, 2008 17:24:10 GMT -7
Sarasa walked onto the pitch, broom in hand. She had called for practice this Saturday morning. It may be a bit early, but they needed to catch up with their training. And bedsides, since when was 9:30 too early? Since they would be flying, Sarasa had her waist-long hair braided in one single braid down her back. She ran her forefinger along the bindi postioned in the middle of her forehead, then placed her hand in her pocket. The early morning sunlight reflected on her jet black hair, making it shine. Sarasa sighed, knowing she was terribly early, seeing as it was 8:15. But, it made no difference to her, she had always been a morning person. Sarasa mounted her broom and flew around the pitch at a slow speed a few times. She saw a few figures walking onto the field, Sasara flew downwards and hovered about five feet from the ground, waiting to greet her team mates.