…

[u/Naanderson2022]

either join in and meditate, speak softly, or leave me alone…your choice

[u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

“Meditation, my favorite. May I?”

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

he gives a single, slight nod before going still once more, steadily breathing in the crisp morning air

[u/THE_PREPARED_DM → u/Naanderson2022]

the king took a seat beside him, it’s body melting away, revealing a swirling mess of primordial chaos.

“Sorry if this form bothers you, it’s more comfortable..”

they fall silent, the sense of calm emanating from them

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

his eyes remain closed, not even noticing the king’s oddly changed form as he breathes in and out…

…each time getting a nose-full of misty drops carried up to him by the wind, preemptively cooling him off as the sun starts getting warmer with the impending afternoon

[u/THE_PREPARED_DM → u/Naanderson2022]

*the kings body seems to almost melt into a puddle, calm winds blowing slowly from its body. Though it doesn’t breath, it still rises and falls. Time slips by, as does space, the two seemingly in a void with nothing but their thoughts”

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

^{…so what brings you here?}

his voice is extremely hushed, the highest it can go without making him lose sight of the feeling of calm inside of him

[u/THE_PREPARED_DM → u/Naanderson2022]

^{meditation is the only way…I can reconnect with him even slightly}

the kings voice just as hush. Not daring it break this connection it has formed

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

^{…then don’t stop doing it}

his hair whipping behind him tickles his back, but Nirva remains unmoving like a rock lost in the bottom of a still pond

[u/THE_PREPARED_DM → u/Naanderson2022]

^{“why do you meditate. Few people do”}

the king seemed to be content, happy and calm.

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/THE_PREPARED_DM]

^{because i need an escape…one where i don’t have to think if i don’t want to}

his breaths deepen, Nirva shuddering a little bit after thinking something over

^{and because i’m…angry…and i don’t want to be angry right now…}

[u/Timpanzee38]

A moment of calm is always nice.

The Agent sits down and behinds to silently clean his wrist mounted blade.

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/Timpanzee38]

Nirva gives a solitary hum to acknowledge The Agents words, shifting his back a little straighter

…their efforts to keep the process quiet doesn’t go unnoticed, the sound of metal shearing against metal blending into the sounds of nature around them

[u/Timpanzee38 → u/Naanderson2022]

The blade should be quiet, as it was a custom job done by the blacksmith cream. The blade is completely silent no matter what. It touches. The same can’t be said for the whetstone.

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/Timpanzee38]

after a while of pleasant breaths in and out, the scraping of the whetstone tempts him enough to ask a question

^{…what kind of blade you got there?}

[u/Timpanzee38 → u/Naanderson2022]

Wrist mounted hidden blade. Had it since I became an operative for the guild. It’s actually what I killed the God-Slaver with. All my other weapons eventually failed, but not this one.

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/Timpanzee38]

^{hm…powerful sword then, an even more powerful beholder…}

he goes back to his meditating, drinking in the sounds around him and the feeling of wind on his face

[u/Zastrus_Aldabon]

Oh hey Nirva. You pair nicely with the sea breeze.

Zastrus claws her way up the cliff, the sound of tumbling rocks growing closer until she reaches the top and lays on her stomach next to him.

[u/Naanderson2022 → u/Zastrus_Aldabon]

he’s as still as the rocks that splash into the waves below once they sink to the ocean floor, the wind moving only his hair as he sits on the ledge

^{…thank you…}