Finding Balance
No one has entered this cantina all day. It is really scarce. I am glad. I don't was some Imperial seeing a sick Rebel curled on their cantina floor. They would just be too tempted to do me in, I am sure.
The worst of the waves have past. It has been like... 4 hours.
I sat up and settled into a comfortable meditaion pose. I went through my early training of centering and grounding, of assessing my main vitals and balancing my body and mind through breathing meditation.
I reached for Max. He seemed to be sleeping. Good. While I am awake, I will go over plans and stuff and think a few things through. I don't think I have really done this in a while. usually I gurr it out to the woods. But now... here I am on this wretched horrid planet. I am here for Maxell, my love. Not too close to interfere... but close enough that should he need something, I can be there in a flash.
*I am here if you need me*
I get occasional flashes of images from Max... nut nothing clear... all fuzzy and confused. He is now in withdrawal. He shivers. I can feel it. But I cannot make him warm. It is not the shiver of cold. It is the nerves firing from the shock of not getting the druggs the body wants. He will make it. He will pull through. He survived the tortures of Cauil's modified torture chair. He can fight this. For me. For himself.
Damn.
If only Deomo had that self-confidence and conviction. That drive. Deomo has spent his whole life taking orders... he doesn't know he can do things for himself.
Max. I long to hold you. And know you are well.
I meditate. I find a sense of peace... and balance. Even here on Lok. Max is near. He is my anchor. I must be balanced for him. I allow my energy to flow smoothly around my body and mind.
*twinge*
no.... I said SMOOTHLY around my body and mind. *warning tone*
*smile*
I am master of my body and my fate. I chose my path. There were several before me. I chose to walk a challenging path. I want to be a huntress and a priestess. Maybe one day a Jedi priestess. Now, To look through my datapad... and see what Kimbrya has sent me this time for study and work.
*doh*
I forgot to get that datapad replaced. Ooops.
The worst of the waves have past. It has been like... 4 hours.
I sat up and settled into a comfortable meditaion pose. I went through my early training of centering and grounding, of assessing my main vitals and balancing my body and mind through breathing meditation.
I reached for Max. He seemed to be sleeping. Good. While I am awake, I will go over plans and stuff and think a few things through. I don't think I have really done this in a while. usually I gurr it out to the woods. But now... here I am on this wretched horrid planet. I am here for Maxell, my love. Not too close to interfere... but close enough that should he need something, I can be there in a flash.
*I am here if you need me*
I get occasional flashes of images from Max... nut nothing clear... all fuzzy and confused. He is now in withdrawal. He shivers. I can feel it. But I cannot make him warm. It is not the shiver of cold. It is the nerves firing from the shock of not getting the druggs the body wants. He will make it. He will pull through. He survived the tortures of Cauil's modified torture chair. He can fight this. For me. For himself.
Damn.
If only Deomo had that self-confidence and conviction. That drive. Deomo has spent his whole life taking orders... he doesn't know he can do things for himself.
Max. I long to hold you. And know you are well.
I meditate. I find a sense of peace... and balance. Even here on Lok. Max is near. He is my anchor. I must be balanced for him. I allow my energy to flow smoothly around my body and mind.
*twinge*
no.... I said SMOOTHLY around my body and mind. *warning tone*
*smile*
I am master of my body and my fate. I chose my path. There were several before me. I chose to walk a challenging path. I want to be a huntress and a priestess. Maybe one day a Jedi priestess. Now, To look through my datapad... and see what Kimbrya has sent me this time for study and work.
*doh*
I forgot to get that datapad replaced. Ooops.
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