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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:29 pm
"I see..." Galatea felt her body tense and she frowned. Tension was counterproductive. Ms. Burgundia said it was alright to see nothing; there was no pressure to describe something that wasn't there. "I see... Nothing. Unless... A sort of greyness is something to look for?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:32 pm
"Go with the grey. Just concentrate on it; one, two, three. What I want you to recognize is the magic; it's hard to explain, it being a kind of sight-feeling... it's not the sense you're used to usin', to mangle my words. By focusing, you'll be able to tell where I am in the room."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:39 pm
"Yes, ma'am." Little lines appeared between Galatea's thin eyebrows as she concentrated. Her hands momentarily tightened on her knees before she forced herself to go loose again. She nibbled on her lower lip and tried to follow the grey. "It's gone... Lighter."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:45 pm
"Follow it. Let it take you where it wants to take you, you hear?" Burgundia walked away from the house and back to the handkerchief, watching Galatea intently as she adjusted the ribbon in her hair. "This is meditating. This is seeing the magic... Go with it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:50 pm
"Yes, ma'am" came the answer again and Galatea let her head lower slightly. It was only the tiniest of changes but the grey was most definitely -there-. It had a vague shape like smoke on a windy day and kept shifting. She frowned. "It doesn't seem to want to go anywhere, ma'am."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:59 pm
"Don't expect everything to happen at once," Burgundia said drily. Her accent had thickened; she was obviously pleased with Galatea's progress. "What you're probably seein' right now is your own self - your own magical signature, if I might call it that. It's gettin' in the way of you seeing other things. But just the seeing - now, that's good. What we're gonna do at the start and at the end of each lesson is just sit down and try to see like that, and focus you. It's a sense, just like sight and sense and sound, and you're feeling with it for the first time."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:17 pm
Galatea nodded slowly and her fingers curled in on her palms, making little fists atop her knees. "... It has a shape now," she whispered. "It looks like a spade. Like a spade from a deck of cards."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:18 pm
"Don't think about anything but the spade," Burgundia instructed her. "Follow it. Relax. You will, inevitably, get one terrible heck of a headache; that's par for the course. Breathe in and out. One. Two. Three."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:24 pm
The headache was already starting and Galatea forced herself to focus through the low-level pain. She was most definitely not going to tell Burgundia and reveal just how weak she was. Never ever.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:27 pm
"One. Two. Three. Now, open your eyes." The voice was very gentle now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:40 pm
Obediently, the little blood feien opened her eyes and sighed softly. She had to blink a few times to readjust to the light but then, after a moment, she turned her gaze to Burgundia. "Ma'am?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:48 pm
"No more," her teacher said. "We don't want to burn you out in our first lesson. From the second lesson, that's where I'll burn you out. Why don't we move on to the next things, and carry on meditation at the end? I surely do have a schedule, and if you faint it doesn't work too well."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:52 pm
"Of course, ma'am." Galatea lifted her head and gave her teacher a solemn look. "I promise not to faint."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:24 pm
"Very good," Burgundia said, hiding a smile. "Now, why don't we move on?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:33 pm
"Of course." Galatea flowed to her feet and stretched demurely. Her toe points and knee bends would have made a prima ballerina jealous. "You are my teacher, Ms. Burgundia."
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