Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 16:05:05 GMT -5
Great Heights
Kalila knew, objectively, that she was far from unattractive and that her height often worked in her favor more often than not. In Britain, she was often only of equal height or a mere inch taller if not actually shorter than most men. Egypt was a different story all together, where she was more than half a foot taller than the average woman and several inches above the average man. Most traditional pureblood men did not enjoy having a wife taller than them, especially when fashions often required women to wear heels at important functions, which made her even taller than her hypothetical spouse. Suffice it to say, her father had a difficult time finding her a willing spouse even among their own family tree, nevermind if he had to search for one outside the family. She'd been taught from a young age that the greatest goal she could aspire to, was to be the perfectly submissive wife of a husband who hopefully allowed her enough freedom to pursue a few hobbies. Not that she'd believed that nonsense after the age of ten. She'd always been too tall, and that made her the perfect target for bullies, but she'd never been good about 'turning the other cheek' and so she'd taught herself how to fight back. Being submissive had more or less gone out the proverbial window after that.
Over the years, Kalila had keep up with the self-defense training, though it had stopped being about self-defense and was more about staying in shape. Which was why she was in the university gym at the crack of dawn so she could work out before classes began for the day. Kalila had never been much of a morning person, for all that she'd trained herself to wake up early, and so she enjoyed her two days a week that she didn't work out and could enjoy the luxury of sort of sleeping in before classes. Unless Khalil was feeling particularly frisky that morning, then her dreams of sleeping in were dashed.
She was stretching her legs before her squats, one of her most hated exercises but she couldn't deny that they helped make her already fabulous legs even more delicious. Given her height, it was no surprise that she had long legs, but that made them a focus and so she needed to keep them looking their best. Not that she was particularly vain, but she knew she had to work the assets she had in order to draw attention away from the less attractive aspects of her person. It was in the middle of one of those such stretches that she heard the door open and close to admit another person.
Over the years, Kalila had keep up with the self-defense training, though it had stopped being about self-defense and was more about staying in shape. Which was why she was in the university gym at the crack of dawn so she could work out before classes began for the day. Kalila had never been much of a morning person, for all that she'd trained herself to wake up early, and so she enjoyed her two days a week that she didn't work out and could enjoy the luxury of sort of sleeping in before classes. Unless Khalil was feeling particularly frisky that morning, then her dreams of sleeping in were dashed.
She was stretching her legs before her squats, one of her most hated exercises but she couldn't deny that they helped make her already fabulous legs even more delicious. Given her height, it was no surprise that she had long legs, but that made them a focus and so she needed to keep them looking their best. Not that she was particularly vain, but she knew she had to work the assets she had in order to draw attention away from the less attractive aspects of her person. It was in the middle of one of those such stretches that she heard the door open and close to admit another person.