First Stance

My fingers twitched. I unlocked my right fist, feeling movement surge through my wrist and knuckles. I was suspended upright in midair before a backdrop of jagged rocky spires under dark clouds. Reaching back slightly, I tapped my knuckle against the flat surface of the cliff backdrop. The contact was solid and firm. I brought my hand back, squared my shoulders, and set my boots firmly against the open air, holding my balance steady.