There is no emotion, there is peace.
Akodya closed her eyes tightly and turned her attention to the breeze that gently tickled her face as it flew past her.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Pressing her lips together as she let her muscles relax, her wrists resting lightly on her crossed legs.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Her breaths grew slow and steady and focused on the feeling of her chest rise and fall with each smooth intake of air.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
The padawan struggled to center herself today. She thought going outside and finding somewhere quiet to meditate would help clear the constant buzzing her mind, but it was no use. She couldn't seem to leave this world behind like she usually did when she meditated, every time she was close a little sound would snap her back to reality. First it was a group of rowdy younglings. Then it was some distant crash which Akodya suspected was someone loosing there footing, and now it was the rustle of leaves in the near by trees. The girl let out a frustrated groan and undid herself from her knotted position and collapsed on her back and spread out.
She needed to do something, anything, or she grew restless. It was a waste of time just sitting here when it was clear that she would not be meditating at this present time. Maybe she could go read through the medical journals again? No, she had read them all. It was times like this she wished she was easily entertained. The truth of the matter was, she was itching to practice with her saber but no one was willing to train with her.
It wasn't so much that she was disliked, but even in the temple people had friends they liked to duel with. Padawans weren't the strange creatures a lot of people outside the order thought they were...they were still normal young people. They made friends. Akodya had never really paired off with any of her fellow apprentices. Even though she'd never admit it, the result of being alone had made her lonely.
Sighing to herself Akodya stood up and brushed herself off, blowing a loose strand of her dark hair from her eyes. Turning and making her way back into the temple, she frowned.
Maybe those journals weren't such a bad idea...
Akodya closed her eyes tightly and turned her attention to the breeze that gently tickled her face as it flew past her.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Pressing her lips together as she let her muscles relax, her wrists resting lightly on her crossed legs.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Her breaths grew slow and steady and focused on the feeling of her chest rise and fall with each smooth intake of air.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
The padawan struggled to center herself today. She thought going outside and finding somewhere quiet to meditate would help clear the constant buzzing her mind, but it was no use. She couldn't seem to leave this world behind like she usually did when she meditated, every time she was close a little sound would snap her back to reality. First it was a group of rowdy younglings. Then it was some distant crash which Akodya suspected was someone loosing there footing, and now it was the rustle of leaves in the near by trees. The girl let out a frustrated groan and undid herself from her knotted position and collapsed on her back and spread out.
She needed to do something, anything, or she grew restless. It was a waste of time just sitting here when it was clear that she would not be meditating at this present time. Maybe she could go read through the medical journals again? No, she had read them all. It was times like this she wished she was easily entertained. The truth of the matter was, she was itching to practice with her saber but no one was willing to train with her.
It wasn't so much that she was disliked, but even in the temple people had friends they liked to duel with. Padawans weren't the strange creatures a lot of people outside the order thought they were...they were still normal young people. They made friends. Akodya had never really paired off with any of her fellow apprentices. Even though she'd never admit it, the result of being alone had made her lonely.
Sighing to herself Akodya stood up and brushed herself off, blowing a loose strand of her dark hair from her eyes. Turning and making her way back into the temple, she frowned.
Maybe those journals weren't such a bad idea...