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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

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Postby Aladari Coolwater on April 11th, 2017, 6:58 pm

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His hand in hers was awkward and uncertain. Aladari couldn't help but wonder when his last intimate contact might have been. When had he last been hugged? Had his mother stroked his hair when he was young? Did he have even a furry companion to snuggle at night, or was he cold?

Despite the uncertainty, Aladari did not retreat. It would be good for him too, she reasoned, if he was alone as well to find hope.

Following his directions, Aladari closed her eyes.
At first the ambient sounds around her were distracting. The whistling of wind, the quiet moaning of wood, even the whispers of Samuel's breathing suddenly seemed loud. Luckily, they were all soft sounds, and they faded when she listened to herself.

It was strange, as she had never truly listened to herself, but now that she did, the sounds were familiar. Her body hummed with life in the quiet. Her ears rang with a single, almost pure tone, her breaths dragged in and out through a snotty nose, and her tongue made soft clunks as she swallowed. Even though she'd never paid attention before, somehow she knew those things had always been there. Letting them fade was more difficult, but she was happy with the small amount of awareness she had achieved, and so she let Samuel go on when he began to speak.

"Lady Priskil..." Samuel prayed with both a strength and reverence, but also a dash of fear. Aladari could feel his hand tighten around hers as he spoke, and she squeezed back in reassurance. His prayer was short, but she felt within it everything he needed to portray. Her prayers, however, were closer to an art form, and she couldn't help but drag it on.

"Lady Priskil," She offered up to the Goddess, "Like Samuel said, we's havin' dark times 'ere. But I's thinkin' you could be the light. I don' ask for protectin', even though tha' would be nice, or for bein' a guide, as much as I need tha' too. If you could offer us jus' hope, it would be all I could ask for."

Because her voice carried in prayer, Aladari left out any mention of Morwen or their current situation. Surely the Goddess knew already, and just to draw her attention would be enough.

Aladari had never been good at ending prayers. Generally, she ended with a sacrifice, or a "Morwen bless", but that hardly seemed appropriate here. Unsure but not uncomfortable, Aladari merely added, "Thank you," to both the Goddess and Samuel.

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Postby Samuel Longwell on April 14th, 2017, 11:29 am

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Al seemed to follow Samuel's instructions fairly well, he noticed her breathing start to slow and some tension in her body seemed to dissipate. Her words almost danced as she prayed, a stark comparison to the simple plodding march of the knight's supplication. Once her prayer had finished he sat quietly for a few more chimes before opening his eyes and releasing her hand. He smiled reassuringly at the young woman, then gestured to the room around them.

“When I'm feeling low, coming here has always been the best solution for me.” Samuel said. “The air feels still, kind of heavy. I can't really explain it but there's a peace here that I have never found anywhere else. Sitting in these pews, meditating and praying. I would have been utterly lost without this place. So this temple will always be special to me, the area of calm in the bustling city.”

The knight turned to face forwards, staring up at the stained glass windows of the temple. He traced the stonework with his eyes, thoughts far away in a different time. Never again would Samuel hear Danny's bright laughter, or play him at cards till late in the evening. The memories of their friendship were, as usual, bitter-sweet. A small smile played upon his lips, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes. Better these memories than those of their last moments together.

He glanced over at Al, he was glad she had calmed down now. But panicking like she had done earlier could get her killed, she needed to be able to act quickly and carefully even under pressure. The knight wanted to help. If she was willing, he thought he knew what could do the trick.

“I could teach you to meditate if you want lass?” Samuel suggested. “It can sometimes help to take a step back from the world around you and collect your thoughts. I find it helps me to think more clearly, and get control of my emotions. Maybe that's something that would help in a time like this.”
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Postby Aladari Coolwater on May 5th, 2017, 10:59 pm

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She knew she shouldn't. Every chime she spent here, every word she spoke was another incrimination. But she was so starved for friendly contact that she couldn't say no.

Of course, she reasoned, it's in the interest of safety anyway. She had already revealed herself to this room, so if anyone had intentions to kill her or turn her in, they already had the means. What she needed to focus on now was hiding from any newcomers and hope for the best.

Trying to hide the accent in her words, she made her best effort to mimic his pronunciation of the words. If she could sound like a Syliran, there would be less doubt all around. She repeated a conjunction of his words slowly, acting like an Echo to Narcissus.

"I think control of my emotions would help in a time like this." The words sounded awkward on her tongue, pronounced so sharp and crisply, but there was less Vani in them than in her usual slang. Making a silent promise to herself to work on the accent, Aladari moved on.

"I don' know much abouts meditation." She confessed. "My head is so busy. I can't 'ear myself think, specially not stop thinkin'."

Aladari put her hands in her lap quietly, growing self-conscious of her own lack of discipline and control. "Is it really somethin' you kin teach? How to think?"

OOCSorry for such a short post. I couldn't think of much else to add here, and it's been so long I don't want to wait any longer.
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Postby Samuel Longwell on May 9th, 2017, 4:58 pm

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OOCNo problem at all! Sometimes it can be difficult to work out what to write.

Samuel listened as Al tried to copy his accent, repeating his words back to him slowly. If she managed to perfect it then it would be easier for her to blend in within the city. But that would have to wait, he had agreed to help her with meditation and so that's what he would do. Or at least he would do his best.

“Aye, I can teach you a bit.” Samuel said. “I've done it before, a squire was having some serious anger problems. I think it helped, I saw her a few days ago and it seemed like there had been some improvement.” The knight shrugged, he could not be sure that the improvement had been down to him but he hoped so. Like many people, the knight liked to believe that his actions had made a positive impact on the world.

“We're going to start the same way as we did before we prayed.” Samuel told her. “Deep breaths, slow and steady. Let the quiet of this holy place seep into your thoughts. When you have all that noise in your thoughts, you cannot focus on what's important. I know from experience that fear, anger, and hatred can make it very difficult for me to make the right choices.” The knight paused, a brief flicker of pain crossing his expression. “Once you've done that, you want to focus on something, maybe something you want to achieve, maybe a belief, maybe a god. I put my trust in Yahal, so I find that focusing on him helps me block out everything else. You ready to begin?”

Then the knight started to quiet himself, ignoring the soft murmuring of those in prayer elsewhere in the temple. He breathed in for four ticks, then out for six. He counted each tick out, the repetition was calming. Letting out a deep sigh, and quieting his breath, Samuel started to listen to the other sounds of his body. The gentle thumping of his heart attracted his attention. More a feeling than a sound, each beat vibrated gently through him. Then he zoned it out, hoping to find the quiet within himself.
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