Re: Part 62b - Seahorse
Tahirah stays sitting where she is, as the others, one by one, wander back up to the deck. She's not entirely certain what Roman's talking about, but her center is lower when sitting, and that does, indeed, seem to help.
When she's quite sure she's alone, she slides herself along the floor into a corner of the room. She's also not quite sure what James means about feeling unwell - she's just afraid she'll fall down. After sitting for a while, feeling out the timing of it, she tries standing, and begins pacing back and forth inside the room. Trying to time her footsteps to the pace of the rolling finds that it's almost regular enough; staggering to the side and becoming briefly entangled in a hammock confirms that it's not quite.
Practice; and feel. She smiles a little to herself. Stillness, Change, and Time - the Tides of Fate. Water, Force, and Movement - Swimming Against the Current. New experiences bring a greater understanding of castings that, before, had been only words. Symbols whose meanings made little sense to her, instinctively. As she considers it, her steps begin to find the feel of it. Allow for the chaos within the order; find the stability within the motion.
Even as she begins moving with more confidance, however, she makes her way over to the barrels and crates, and sits herself down upon one of the barrels. Carefully, intuiting the timing of the rolls, she begins to lay out cards upon a crate.