visions of your pretty face send me into hyper space
caught up in a planetary world
He is troubled, that much would be obvious to someone who wasn't as aware of the world around them as Veil had become. But her magic fed her more. Fed the anxieties, the uncertainty, the mistrust, the very unnerved manner to which he seemed to feel to the place (not to her). She smiles, the expression reassuring, gentle, understanding, and she doesn't hesitate to approach close to him, as she would do with others, as she had seen others do with her. These creatures where a physical sort, the equine she felt so connected to, despite being physiologically different. And so she trotted straight to his side, pressing her flank against him, one wing sandwiched between them, as she offered her physical touch for comfort, Do not look so frightened, Jarek of the deserts. This land is not one that will judge you. If there is ever a place you should feel safety, it ought to be here. She pulls away, trotting forward, and spinning in front of him, her wings outstretched as if to address the entire room, This is the temple of being so vastly powerful time flows to his thrall. Yet, he graces us with this time, he keeps us moving, living, thriving. He does not steal it with a breath, he does not force us to beg at his hooves for just a day. Instead, he offers this precious gift! Her gaze warms, He entrusted it so selflessly to us, that he offered us the dieties, his children, those patrons of the courts, to not just let us have time, to to give us the cycle of a day. Oriens who rises with the sun, to Solis who guides it through the day, to Vespera who takes it to bed, and lastly to Caligo who gifts us with the night so that we may rest and rejoice in the light of the moon; that we shall never forget the warmth of day, even in the darkness of night. She praises the gods equally, her words strong as they echo in the chamber, her love for the dieties obvious by the care to which she addresses each name, their purpose, how together their gifts are all part of a grander gift from Tempus.
So fret not, Jarek, of the deserts. This is not a land to feel fear for. It may be different, but once you grow to accept, to trust, to feel the warmth and the embrace of the gods around you - you will find these land becoming a haven, a salvation - if you open up to it in such a way. Where you feel the chill of the altitude, it shall instead be replaced with the warm love of dieties who truly care for your happiness, your health, and your freedom of choice. She trots back to him as he speaks of the demons that only plague his dreams, and her muzzle frowns as he mentions Torielle, once more - hardly acknowledging his inclusion of herself in his worries. Torielle was the important thing. So instead she focused on that piece, Are you connected so deeply to the universe, that she feeds you her secrets, Jarek? Or is it the demons who plant these dreams into your head. Fighting them is a way of giving into them. Even in dream, the fight acknowledges they still have a control for you. While you acknowledge them, fret over them - attempt to chase them from your mind - they will use that acknowledgement to fuel themselves. Perhaps, instead of feeding into those fears, ignore them. It will be difficult, you may not succeed at first, but perhaps in time, you will find yourself having fewer of these fears, these dreams chasing you, haunting you.
She laughs when he mentions being glad she looked to be alright, I am hardly the sort to inspire concern in others, a being of another cloth. But I appreciate the concern; even if we both know your worries are more for Torielle. Here her eyes harden just slightly, the warmth present still, but a solidarity in preparation for her next words, I trust you're taking care to remember that everyone lives a freedom of choice, and to not oppose your will upon others - yes? I would hate to see you succumb to negativity by chasing destructive patterns. You have a kindness in your heart, that cultivated, could see you being a merciful and well-loved being. And Torielle didn't deserve to be trapped by another's obsession and fixation. Torielle was a free bird who needed to share her song with others. Including Veil herself.
That strength to her gaze softens again before she walks towards him once more, noticing the way his gaze was dancing so nervously - the anxiety wafting off him so thick, she could cut it. She brought her wings up, the feathers brushing against either side of his face, so as to coax his head down to her level, close enough she could press her forehead against his, Be still in such worries, Jarek of the deserts. Close your eyes with me. She instructs, her voice softening, her own eyes closing, and her senses spreading out. I need you to breath. One deep breath in, and hold it for one . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . and exhale nice and slow. Good, and again. One deep breath in, one ... two ... three ... four ... out. Keep going . . . one ... two ... three .. four.. and out. Yep, just keep breathing like that, count in your head. Her voice falls quiet a moment, to allow him to get into a deep breathing rhythm. There is a bird singing just outside the temple, I want you to keep breathing but focus on the song now. The way it swells with emotion, twittering as if in joy, freedom, relief. Let those feelings fill you. Take them in for yourself. That bird sings because that is the underlining emotions to this place. Freedom, and joy, and love and care, and understanding . . . I want you to keep filling yourself with those feelings -- but keep reaching out like you did with the bird, other sounds that remind you of those feelings.
"The wind that whispers through the reeds outside, how it softly melodizes with the song bird. The soft chirping of the grasshoppers, The shuffling of small prey animals that have found sanctuary in this sanctum. All these little sounds -- now focus even deep then just them. Onto the very earth you stand on. Feel the strength, the unyielding strength that supports you with out fail. The soft scent of summer in the air, this land is not hostile - can you feel that? Can you feel how yielding, how welcoming this land is. You have no reason to feel fear here, because it will never have the desire to cause you harm.
She pulls her forehead back from his, Open your eyes, and tell me if you feel better, more at peace? And know this - there is never anything you cannot discuss before the gods, for they are a sanctuary of themselves, and even when there are things you may be unable to share with others - you should be able to share it with them. Alright? The monk asks gently, that reassuring smile still on her muzzle.
“Talk.”
(Alternate color for thoughts).
@Jarek
So fret not, Jarek, of the deserts. This is not a land to feel fear for. It may be different, but once you grow to accept, to trust, to feel the warmth and the embrace of the gods around you - you will find these land becoming a haven, a salvation - if you open up to it in such a way. Where you feel the chill of the altitude, it shall instead be replaced with the warm love of dieties who truly care for your happiness, your health, and your freedom of choice. She trots back to him as he speaks of the demons that only plague his dreams, and her muzzle frowns as he mentions Torielle, once more - hardly acknowledging his inclusion of herself in his worries. Torielle was the important thing. So instead she focused on that piece, Are you connected so deeply to the universe, that she feeds you her secrets, Jarek? Or is it the demons who plant these dreams into your head. Fighting them is a way of giving into them. Even in dream, the fight acknowledges they still have a control for you. While you acknowledge them, fret over them - attempt to chase them from your mind - they will use that acknowledgement to fuel themselves. Perhaps, instead of feeding into those fears, ignore them. It will be difficult, you may not succeed at first, but perhaps in time, you will find yourself having fewer of these fears, these dreams chasing you, haunting you.
She laughs when he mentions being glad she looked to be alright, I am hardly the sort to inspire concern in others, a being of another cloth. But I appreciate the concern; even if we both know your worries are more for Torielle. Here her eyes harden just slightly, the warmth present still, but a solidarity in preparation for her next words, I trust you're taking care to remember that everyone lives a freedom of choice, and to not oppose your will upon others - yes? I would hate to see you succumb to negativity by chasing destructive patterns. You have a kindness in your heart, that cultivated, could see you being a merciful and well-loved being. And Torielle didn't deserve to be trapped by another's obsession and fixation. Torielle was a free bird who needed to share her song with others. Including Veil herself.
That strength to her gaze softens again before she walks towards him once more, noticing the way his gaze was dancing so nervously - the anxiety wafting off him so thick, she could cut it. She brought her wings up, the feathers brushing against either side of his face, so as to coax his head down to her level, close enough she could press her forehead against his, Be still in such worries, Jarek of the deserts. Close your eyes with me. She instructs, her voice softening, her own eyes closing, and her senses spreading out. I need you to breath. One deep breath in, and hold it for one . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . and exhale nice and slow. Good, and again. One deep breath in, one ... two ... three ... four ... out. Keep going . . . one ... two ... three .. four.. and out. Yep, just keep breathing like that, count in your head. Her voice falls quiet a moment, to allow him to get into a deep breathing rhythm. There is a bird singing just outside the temple, I want you to keep breathing but focus on the song now. The way it swells with emotion, twittering as if in joy, freedom, relief. Let those feelings fill you. Take them in for yourself. That bird sings because that is the underlining emotions to this place. Freedom, and joy, and love and care, and understanding . . . I want you to keep filling yourself with those feelings -- but keep reaching out like you did with the bird, other sounds that remind you of those feelings.
"The wind that whispers through the reeds outside, how it softly melodizes with the song bird. The soft chirping of the grasshoppers, The shuffling of small prey animals that have found sanctuary in this sanctum. All these little sounds -- now focus even deep then just them. Onto the very earth you stand on. Feel the strength, the unyielding strength that supports you with out fail. The soft scent of summer in the air, this land is not hostile - can you feel that? Can you feel how yielding, how welcoming this land is. You have no reason to feel fear here, because it will never have the desire to cause you harm.
She pulls her forehead back from his, Open your eyes, and tell me if you feel better, more at peace? And know this - there is never anything you cannot discuss before the gods, for they are a sanctuary of themselves, and even when there are things you may be unable to share with others - you should be able to share it with them. Alright? The monk asks gently, that reassuring smile still on her muzzle.
“Talk.”
(Alternate color for thoughts).
@Jarek
breathin’ in you give me air, I’m living on your solar flare
