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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:16 am
"Meditation is being... Open, to whatever comes." Tyven's cryptic nature played itself out once more as she smiled, briefly, at Emi, before her surprisingly warm expression was sent Chath's way. "If that helps you to relax, yes, feel free to sit. All I need is that you listen to my voice. It might help for you to close your eyes."
Another moment, and she gestured to Turner, who turned off the lights, depriving the room of any visibility. There was only sound now, scent, touch...
Tyven's smile grew, her husky, soft voice filling the darkness. "In this room, each of you is safe, under protection. Nothing can harm you. Do not fear the feelings or thoughts that come to you. Acknowledge them, accept them, and let them go. Breathe deeply, slowly." She didn't move for a moment, speaking as if she was talking to each of them individually. "Pay attention to how it feels in your body, those deep breaths. Follow the air as you pull it in."
Slowly she began to walk, her bare feet almost silent as she moved among them, her low voice soothing. "I want you to picture it, this breath, as a color, filling you and flowing through your body. Heating your skin and stretching your muscles. Fill yourself with this, life, good and fresh, washing away outside problems, your stresses, your fear."
Her voice whispered first behind Emi, "Here, you are safe," Then Chath, "Here, you can relax," and finally Cleo, "Here, you can be yourself."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:09 pm
Emi wanted to cry. She didn't like the dark. It pressed in and filled everything, overcoming whatever light may have danced around the room before Turner flipped that damn switch. Unlike Chath, she did not sit. In contrast to Cleo, Emi did not giggle. Her shoulders straightened, pulled back, and she thrust her chin into the air despite the hammering of her little heart against a thin ribcage. Tyven could probably taste the discontent radiating from her.
Cleo, on the other hand, had to keep herself from running around like a madwoman. It would be so interesting to just - touch everything, see how it all changed from the light to the pitch, pet over everything, slam herself into a wall, or even Tyven! Maybe Emi, sending her falling. She breathed in deep, picturing it as a bright yellow and happy fluffy thing. Faboo! Absolutely faboo.
When Tyven came through to her, Cleo leaned back towards her sisters voice. The giggles were gone, echoed instead by an eerie, uncharacteristic silence. Usually, even when silent Cleo made noise. Now, nothing.
Emi tried not to breath. She didn't want to, not really, but slowly, slowly, managed to drag in a lungful. The tears were there, the very brink, with a fear of the dark she had not been aware she possessed. It had never been a problem when she slept - with the door open a crack, the slightest light on, enough to see her hand. Instead of bursting into the tears, she trembled. That was good enough.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:46 am
Chath moved to sit and when the darkness came he felt the need to see. His eyes wide as they desperately tried to see..anything. But he did as instructed feeling a happy smile on his face as he rather liked Tyven, she was a bit....serious but she was still fun to be around.
He closed his eyes as intructed finding that having them open didn't really help matters. He breathed in and out listening to Tyven as she spoke. Was it bad that instead of clearing his mind allowing himself to think of nothing he was mentally plodding Tyven along in his mental image of the gym. When she neared him he only grinned like an idiot and curled his tail about his body as he didn't really desire anyone to step on it.
The newt sat cross legged as he took a deep breath and tried to clear his head. Of course it was harder than one would think.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 3:04 pm
Though she didn't stop moving, Tyven let a hand trail up Cleo's back, slowly, her slim fingers gently touching the nape of the short girl's neck, stirring her curls before falling away. The physical stimulation was a part of the exercise, instructing the students to give in to their other senses.
"Humans," She spoke, a breathy laugh clear in her voice as she moved between Cleo and Chath "Rely far too heavily on their sense of sight, but we," her hand found the shoulder, squeezing without hesitation, as if she knew his exact position, seated on the floor, "Are not human."
No matter how they were taught to act, none of them were human. They were other. Wandering away from Chath, she moved into the space around Emi. It was tense, and she could smell, taste, feel the girl's fear. Ignoring the sensations causing her muscles to tense, Tyven approached, slow and careful, talking in that soothing tone so Emi wouldn't be startled.
"So trust yourself. Your instincts, your feelings, and your thoughts. Be natural. Breathe deep." Strong arms pulled Emi in, holding the frail girl against her frame. "When you become comfortable with yourself in the darkness, you can then extend your awareness to that which surrounds you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 7:20 pm
Cleo fluttered her wings in retaliation for the soft touch. Tyvens fingers on her hair had never been something outside of the norm; when they were children, touching was common, brought comfort to the both of them.
Despite her initial mental claim to not interrupt class with her talking, Cleo found herself... speaking. Her voice came out low to her own ears, urgent, and something deeply not the crazily hyper Cleo many came to know and love.
"It doesn't mean we are inhuman."
Emi said nothing, at first. If she did, there would be tears, and she didn't want to cry, not in this class. So she leaned back into Tyvens hug, more than she thought she would have. Hugs - rare. She liked them. Tyven, frightening, but constant and comforting. An odd mix.
She reached up and touched Tyven's wrist. She smiled.
"Thanks," she whispered.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:26 am
Chath had stiffened at the touch on his shoulder though he relaxed fairly quickly. He didn't fear an attack from the girl since he knew that it wasn't like her to launch an attack against those who were definantely at a disadvantage.
He listened as she spoke and though he understood what she was saying his hand coming to stray where the pale skin began at his shoulder showing where he had lost an arm. No human could regrow their arm. Course no human could breath underwater like he could either. They were so much animal as they were human...
He gave a nod agreeing with Cleo. They may not be 'human' but standard terms but they weren't 'inhuman' either. He found himself cursing as he knwe he was suppose to be clearing his mind...not..thinking far too much.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:10 pm
"We are an amalgamation, yes." A smile, that they couldn't see as she moved away from Emi, standing in the middle of them all. "Still, at this point, it is not that part of you that you must draw on. Leave that part behind."
Her voice became lower, quieter in the dark, soothing and persuasive. "Your humanity will not help you get to know your other nature, the nature that is at home in this very room, waiting to explore stronger, more perceptive senses. It is only here to distract your mind."
Sitting down cross-legged on the floor, covered in a padded mat, she spoke again, even softer. "Lie down and enter your own being. Think about that other half of you and take it into yourself. Feel it and be it, and you will hear, smell, taste, and see things you have not before."
Untapped potential. Untapped skill.
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