Concentration

[Dakirennis 959]

 

Dak'ir sits near the edge of the pond within Ebonglade, back to the trunk of one of the great pine trees. He folds his legs as he looks out over the waters and leans his head back against the tree. His mind wandered to Phaedrus' words from a few nights ago after a few silent moments. Dak'ir closes his eyes as he inhales and exhales, trying to focus on himself. Each breath, each movement of his body, the feeling of his heart in his chest. His ears flicker and eyes snap open as a fish breaches the pond with a splash. 

"Focus on the concept..." 

He mumbles the sentence to himself a few times as he closes again and begins to focus once more. He would find himself below this tree most nights now. Focusing.

[Jonificus 2763]

Mithius wanders up on the pond, oblivious of the fellow dark elf nearby. He lets out a sigh as he begins to relief himself into the pond.

"Oh **** I'm sorry." He apologizes quickly as he takes notice of Dak'ir's presence before scurrying off after he has finished his business.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.