Repose

Neela Garcia · 11-24-2011, 08:05 PM

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Neela is in Optime form.

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Neela had been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days, since she had arrived at Gampo Abbey. It would have been fairly easy to fall back into her old habits and distract herself with music and dancing, or even conversation; she could tell from small that there were other canines inhabiting the Abbey alongside herself.

But doing that felt wrong somehow. Now that her mind was clearer she had begun to appreciate the risk that Nayru had taken by accepting such an unstable canine into the pack. She didn’t want to let the Jiryu down, didn’t want to hurt anybody again.

So, for the first time since it had happened, Neela had forced herself to sit down and actually think about what had happened, purposely isolating herself from the temples other inhabitants and not even looking at her guitar for three days. Not surprisingly the nightmares she had suffered the first night were some of the most horrific and entailed that she had had in a long time, and were nearly enough to make her give up then and there.

But Neela's conviction to not disappoint her new leader, and herself, was strong. For three days she had poured over her memories, forced herself to figure out what exactly had set her off, and how she could avoid it in the future.

However doing such was leaving her very tired, both physically, from the nightmares, and mentally. So today, on the fourth day of her stay at the abbey, she was giving herself a break. A chance to relax for a short while.

And the Abbey had certainly provided in that respect. A few minutes of wandering from the room where she was situated had led her to a small but well tended garden, filled with colourful flowers and a small pond. The place was filled with wild animals and Neela spent a few minutes just wandering through the gardens. Her experience with listening to Grynn allowed her to occasionally catch a snatch of what the birds around her were saying, but the dialect and species difference meant that she only ever caught a word or so.

Eventually Neela's feet lead her to the pond, or more specifically a small, flat stone just in-front of it. Sitting down cross-legged on the stone Neela shifted her guitar, which she had brought with her from her room, off of her back. After spending a few moments running her hands over the instrument she pulled a small bone pick out of her belt and started to play.

Neela had forgotten just how relaxing she found playing the guitar, how much of an appetence she had for music. She wasn't playing a particular song or style of music, just a slow peaceful tune that came naturally and randomly. As she played Neela slowly closed her eyes, listening intently as the sound of her guitar mingled with the sounds of the wildlife around her.

Sitting there in the gardens, listening to the mixture of her own music and that provided by nature, for the first time in nearly 5 months, Neela felt at peace.

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