Fall 23rd, 511 AV
The manor was quiet today. The quiet always greeting him when he woke up, the sun still not showing itself going for a few extra minutes of rest before breaking the darkness with early dawn light, it was this time which Kinne would put the most use. It was this time he would use to find his balance for the day and get a little extra training in before anyone would wake.
Being mindful of the people sleeping in the house the man rose from his bed and slipped on the loose fitting tan pants and ties back his hair, carefully putting it back over his shoulders and pinning it in place with a single piece of string. That done he proceeded to the door which led to the courtyard, yes; this was the perfect time to train. Smiling he lumbered to the center of the yard, the grass wet with dew, and the chilly wind greeting, nipping, at his flesh. Well what grass that was present wasn’t the best, but it still was soft enough. The place still loomed in the shadow of the events that happened ten years ago. The patches of grass that mingled in the cold, hard ground brought the hope of renewal, and it was Kinnes hope to restore this place to its former glory and beyond. Finding a nice spot he looked up at the sky and grinned, what a beautiful time it was, the time right before the dawn of a new day. The sky painted with the many colors of the rising sun. It was about time to wake up.
Getting comfortable in the grass, weedy or not grass was grass, and closed his eyes. He counted his breaths, in and out, one, in and out, two, in and out three, in and out, four, in and out, five. Gradually as he counted he focused on slowing his breath, slowing his heart and trying to still his mind. The thoughts, as he focused more inwardly, seeming like a storm or a swarm of buzzing bees, relentless in their assault of his concentration on nothing, on emptiness, on just being. Random thoughts such as wondering what Miro is dreaming about, or even thoughts on his own looks cropped up. Even the silly little things that he didn’t think about such as random itches bothering him, but he did not reach to scratch, that would be like giving into a spoiled child’s cries for candy. Once you give in they will ask for more and more. No, Kinne wasn’t going to do that. The best way to combat an annoying child, as he has learned through much experience with one, was to ignore it and eventually they would give up. So, he began to use that practice with all the thoughts that were coming to him when he was trying to be empty and find peace. With each breath he tried to let the thought go and ignore it…
In and out, one hundred and fifty-five, in and out, fifty-six, in and out, fifty-seven, in and out, fifty-eight… Still struggling with the thoughts coming to him this was whole process was taking longer than he would have liked. Each deep breath banishing another inkling of a muse that would creep up, but judging that it is good enough he would begin the real training for the day. Slowly he tapped into his evantia mark, the aura spreading around like some invisible cloak that extended his senses. After it was fully extended he felt all the subtle movements within, the grass being swayed with the wind, the ants and other such bugs moving about on the ground below.