“Perhaps one day I can explain all of it.” Aoren left it at that. He wasn’t comfortable revealing the true nature of his studies quite yet. Such revelations took time and trust. Adrien’s enthusiasm was almost catching. Aoren did possess an eagerness to obtain knowledge. It was a spark that had been stoked into a roaring flame during his time in the City of Sails. Regardless, it was a subject for another time.
“Often the gods wait until we ourselves are ready in our hearts to receive their blessings before granting them. At least that is my experience. Perhaps the goddess is merely waiting for the right time?” Aoren shrugged his shoulders. He made no assumptions that he knew how the minds of gods worked. They were unfathomable beings who bore the weight of immense responsibility. It saddened him in a way.
“Are they ever tired of their burdens?” It was an interesting thought. Did a god ever grow tired? It hadn’t been something Aoren considered before that moment. Did they ever resent their duty in their immortal lives? He was drawn from his thoughts by Adrien’s announcement that he was ready to meditate. The Drykas man smiled nodding. He straightened his back, adjusting his legs to a more comfortable position. He took a steady breath thinking on a moment how he was best going to teach Adrien the basic techniques. Everyone learned a little differently. It was something that Aoren understood when it came to giving lessons. He sometimes struggled with adapting to how each person learned but the challenge of teaching was something he found he enjoyed. Aoren liked fostering other minds by helping them to understand something they hadn’t known before.
“When you are just starting out, the biggest mistake I’ve found is trying to clear your mind. That might seem a little backwards but bear with me for a moment.” Aoren reached for his djed. He decided that in order to gauge Adrien’s receptiveness to the lesson he might peer a little closer at the fabric of who the man was. Pulling the djed to the forefront of his vision he willed it to open his eyes to the outer most layer of a person’s soul. He concentrated and slowly Adrien’s aura began to come into view. At first it was nothing more than a haze but soon the curtain of the man’s aura began to rise up from his form like smoke billowing around a chimney stack.
“Position your body in a way that is comfortable to you. If that is sitting up, very well. The point is to center yourself and you aren’t going to be able to do that if you’re distracted by mild discomfort. At least when you’re starting out.” Aoren willed his own aura to bring itself into harmony with Adrien’s that he might be able to understand the information that rest there. He closed his eyes envisioning it like the braiding of a rope coming together to form a strong link. His brow furrowed slightly as he concentrated on this task.
“Don’t waste your time trying to pick out a rhythm of breathing. That will come once you have found your focus. The key is to be calm and focused.” Aoren opened his eyes and suddenly Adrien’s aura was there for him to perceive. He couldn’t make out a considerable amount of information. He wasn’t practiced enough in the magic to delve into the deepest parts of Adrien’s aura but he could catch glimpses of surface information. The flickering of Adrien’s feelings skittered across his consciousness.
“Find a memory. A pleasant memory preferably. Bring that memory to the front of your mind. Think on how that memory made you feel. Ask yourself, why did it make you feel this way?” As he asked his questions, Aoren carefully observed Adrien’s aura doing his best to infer whether or not the man was being met with any measure of success through how he was feeling. Whether calmer or frustrated either would be clue enough.
“Often the gods wait until we ourselves are ready in our hearts to receive their blessings before granting them. At least that is my experience. Perhaps the goddess is merely waiting for the right time?” Aoren shrugged his shoulders. He made no assumptions that he knew how the minds of gods worked. They were unfathomable beings who bore the weight of immense responsibility. It saddened him in a way.
“Are they ever tired of their burdens?” It was an interesting thought. Did a god ever grow tired? It hadn’t been something Aoren considered before that moment. Did they ever resent their duty in their immortal lives? He was drawn from his thoughts by Adrien’s announcement that he was ready to meditate. The Drykas man smiled nodding. He straightened his back, adjusting his legs to a more comfortable position. He took a steady breath thinking on a moment how he was best going to teach Adrien the basic techniques. Everyone learned a little differently. It was something that Aoren understood when it came to giving lessons. He sometimes struggled with adapting to how each person learned but the challenge of teaching was something he found he enjoyed. Aoren liked fostering other minds by helping them to understand something they hadn’t known before.
“When you are just starting out, the biggest mistake I’ve found is trying to clear your mind. That might seem a little backwards but bear with me for a moment.” Aoren reached for his djed. He decided that in order to gauge Adrien’s receptiveness to the lesson he might peer a little closer at the fabric of who the man was. Pulling the djed to the forefront of his vision he willed it to open his eyes to the outer most layer of a person’s soul. He concentrated and slowly Adrien’s aura began to come into view. At first it was nothing more than a haze but soon the curtain of the man’s aura began to rise up from his form like smoke billowing around a chimney stack.
“Position your body in a way that is comfortable to you. If that is sitting up, very well. The point is to center yourself and you aren’t going to be able to do that if you’re distracted by mild discomfort. At least when you’re starting out.” Aoren willed his own aura to bring itself into harmony with Adrien’s that he might be able to understand the information that rest there. He closed his eyes envisioning it like the braiding of a rope coming together to form a strong link. His brow furrowed slightly as he concentrated on this task.
“Don’t waste your time trying to pick out a rhythm of breathing. That will come once you have found your focus. The key is to be calm and focused.” Aoren opened his eyes and suddenly Adrien’s aura was there for him to perceive. He couldn’t make out a considerable amount of information. He wasn’t practiced enough in the magic to delve into the deepest parts of Adrien’s aura but he could catch glimpses of surface information. The flickering of Adrien’s feelings skittered across his consciousness.
“Find a memory. A pleasant memory preferably. Bring that memory to the front of your mind. Think on how that memory made you feel. Ask yourself, why did it make you feel this way?” As he asked his questions, Aoren carefully observed Adrien’s aura doing his best to infer whether or not the man was being met with any measure of success through how he was feeling. Whether calmer or frustrated either would be clue enough.