01-21-2012, 11:02 PM
((Okay, morning meditation time with InH. 
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He had caught wind of this winter festival. He wanted to go, wanted to see what it was all about. He’d told Sky where he was going, then packed some dried herbs, a few salves and ointments, and a handful of books he rarely referenced anymore and carried them with him to the sugar woods. He’d left early one night, and arrived just before dawn. He’d moved at a pretty quick pace, wanting to see what they had and hoping to trade for useful things for his family and his pack. He was actually feeling eager to socialize outside of the pack, away from the mournful glances and accusing eyes.
As he arrived, a series of tents met him. He passed each one, glancing in each one. He peeked into the one that clearly was scented by the D’Arte wolves. He could see Draw d'Merchant sitting in a corner, sketching something. He glanced over, a warm smile on his face as he greeted Tal. The snowy scholar returned the friendly greeting, setting his pack in a corner. He’d return for his goods in a bit, but first he wanted to wander around. One stall caught his attention, a stall with a lot of little trinkets, gems and beads, and other things. Tal noted the position of the stall, and continued. He poked his head into the Cavaleri tent, but didn’t see his brother.
After a moment, he saw an elder hybrid leaning on a staff of sorts. Tal approached him with a friendly smile. ”Hello. I’m Tal, from Cercatori D’Arte.” The male looked at him, and though his body seemed frail, his eyes had the sharpness of a canine in it’s prime. The stranger smiled, an enigmatic smile. ”Macarius, from Ichika no Ho-en. You look like you’re in need of assistance, Tal. Come with me, do as I do.”
Without further speech, the elderly hybrid led the way to Arachnea's Revenge lake’s beach. He gestured to the sand, a silent request for Tal to seat himself. Tal, bemused by the strange male, could only comply like a pup. The grizzled male seated himself facing the water, the walking stick across his legs. Tal watched as the male closed his eyes.
Tal shrugged, but faced the lake, where the sun would be rising soon. He closed his eyes. Everything seemed to slip away as his breathing merged into a pattern reflecting that of the other male’s. He was aware of every sound, every scent, every physical sensation. Yet even as he was aware of these things, they faded away. He could feel the tension and the pent up anger and grief fading, easing its hold on his heart.
((wc: 477))
))He had caught wind of this winter festival. He wanted to go, wanted to see what it was all about. He’d told Sky where he was going, then packed some dried herbs, a few salves and ointments, and a handful of books he rarely referenced anymore and carried them with him to the sugar woods. He’d left early one night, and arrived just before dawn. He’d moved at a pretty quick pace, wanting to see what they had and hoping to trade for useful things for his family and his pack. He was actually feeling eager to socialize outside of the pack, away from the mournful glances and accusing eyes.
As he arrived, a series of tents met him. He passed each one, glancing in each one. He peeked into the one that clearly was scented by the D’Arte wolves. He could see Draw d'Merchant sitting in a corner, sketching something. He glanced over, a warm smile on his face as he greeted Tal. The snowy scholar returned the friendly greeting, setting his pack in a corner. He’d return for his goods in a bit, but first he wanted to wander around. One stall caught his attention, a stall with a lot of little trinkets, gems and beads, and other things. Tal noted the position of the stall, and continued. He poked his head into the Cavaleri tent, but didn’t see his brother.
After a moment, he saw an elder hybrid leaning on a staff of sorts. Tal approached him with a friendly smile. ”Hello. I’m Tal, from Cercatori D’Arte.” The male looked at him, and though his body seemed frail, his eyes had the sharpness of a canine in it’s prime. The stranger smiled, an enigmatic smile. ”Macarius, from Ichika no Ho-en. You look like you’re in need of assistance, Tal. Come with me, do as I do.”
Without further speech, the elderly hybrid led the way to Arachnea's Revenge lake’s beach. He gestured to the sand, a silent request for Tal to seat himself. Tal, bemused by the strange male, could only comply like a pup. The grizzled male seated himself facing the water, the walking stick across his legs. Tal watched as the male closed his eyes.
Tal shrugged, but faced the lake, where the sun would be rising soon. He closed his eyes. Everything seemed to slip away as his breathing merged into a pattern reflecting that of the other male’s. He was aware of every sound, every scent, every physical sensation. Yet even as he was aware of these things, they faded away. He could feel the tension and the pent up anger and grief fading, easing its hold on his heart.
((wc: 477))