A ledge jutting from a steep rock face was the only entry into this part of the cavern, securing it from non-Symenestra. Outsiders were not welcome here unless one was in a evil mood and marooned them there, but even those outsiders were vexing to Symenestran visitors. There was little to no light, yet to a Symenestra it was lucid as day. The details were clear to them: ridges of rock, deep incandescent pools of blue water and the marbled hues of the stone. The blue was so pale, one could see the very bottom, its sandy texture and rocky terrain frozen in time. Stalactites drooped from the roof of the cavern, slowly dripping water into the pools beneath. Some stalactites were white, some black, and others varying colors of between the two. The room softly held the sounds and echos of each drop. Stalagmites jutted from the floor, some forever beneath the water. Their muted colors mirroring the stalactites' tones. The grotto was a place of peace, a place of solitude, where the warm lapping water eased the weary body and shushed the rapid mind. |
Young Voreasos was once again alone, away from his kind in the room that he spent most of his time it seemed. His Mother wanted him to be here before his birthday to learn one thing. To clear and focus his thoughts and energy. He really did not understand this but agreed so he fed once more and came here before the rest of the Nest woke with life.
He really had no idea what he had to do nor did anyone tell him. Just that it was personal for everyone and books nor teachers could not tell you how to do it. It was like finding your inner bless yet he did not know what that even meant deep down.
So he just stayed there, on an rock with his feet in the cool waters letting his mind drift and wander. He was always dreaming of this and that so he knew he was not to focus on things yet there was so many things he wanted to do in life why should he limit himself he thought. Yet he could understand a bit on why they wanted him to learn Meditation but he still felt lost on how.
Little feet splashing about in the water, the sounds of them hitting the surface of the water along with the sounds of small waves splashing about filling the area bouncing off the walls yet even before long he just stopped letting the water once more be at peace.
He had to get this down before his birthday which was just a few days away it seemed. He knew his Mother had a good reason to do this and he had to try his best to do it for her but most of all for himself.