A Solid Stance

Stiffness left my joints. My weight settled down through the base. Firm. I turned my head slowly to examine the white expanse beneath me. Across the gap stood a still blue figure. I extended my right crystal forearm forward, testing the tension in my elbow. The overhead light caught the edge of my crystals, throwing faint green reflections onto the smooth white surface. I lowered my stance, rooted my feet firmly into position, and held steady.