War Doc
"F-floating!"
That would certainly explain the whole not feeling the ground beneath his feet thing. Kahlil took the pot from him and told him to relax, but Jalen did the exact opposite at first, kicking his feet to reach the ground only to end up upside down. By now, sweat was beginning to gather on his forehead. Jalen was, for all intensive purposes, very stressed.
But that wouldn't do him any good. He was still drifting, now with his back towards the ground. Jalen needed to relax. Master Kahlil was right. No thoughts would help him. No overcomplication. Just peace.
With soft thud, Jalen's back hit the grass.
"I... don't know how I did that," Jalen admitted, concern still ever present in his voice.
He had never done anything like that before.