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[burnseternal]

WHO: Saint Walker and YOU.
WHERE: In every Porter City to make sure imPorts of every city have access to some good old fashioned meditation!
WHEN: Throughout March.
WHAT: As per this post, Saint Walker is offering meditation lessons -- people tagging in needn't respond to that post to participate, however. All of my starters will be geared towards meditation classes, but if you want to play out anything else, feel free to PM me or PP me at feygasm!
WARNINGS: None anticipated.



A: HEROPA

[Heropa is, in truth, where Saint Walker prefers to give his lessons. Not because he lives there - to commute between cities is but a trifling thing - but because it features a quiet, peaceful beach ideal for meditation. While it's possible to meditate no matter the locale, it's always easier for beginners to have nothing but the sounds of nature and Saint Walker's harp to distract them from their task.

Saint Walker is easy enough to spot on the beach, as blue and alien as he is, but even if he goes unnoticed, he's got an eye out for any of his potential students coming towards him. He floats in mid-air, legs crossed and hands resting gently on his knees as he surveys his surroundings.

Even if you're not here for meditation classes, there's certainly no harm in saying hello.]

B: NONAH/MAURTIA FALLS/DE CHIMA

[In the absence of a nearby beach in the remaining Porter cities, Saint Walker has located nearby forests for meditation purposes. It may not be as sunny and warm as Heropa, but the air is clean and fresh, and Saint Walker knows that there's a small river - more of a creek, really - not so far away that they may use to their advantage. To prevent others from getting lost, he lingers at the entrance of the forest, hands wrapped around a thermos of green tea he had made at home, large enough to provide cups for anyone who may decide to attend his lessons.]

C: WILDCARD

[Want to do anything else? Go to the library? To a cafe? Catch him flying about town, or playing his instrument publicly? Just let me know, and I'll be happy to write a starter for you, or respond to one made for me!]

Comments

[beneathbluerafters]

[ That gets an irritated grunt out of Klarion as he shifts his weight a bit and adjusts his posture, until he's sitting in - more or less - the right position. The cat shifts in his lap like he's liquid, completely unphased by the movement. ]

... Alright, I think that's it. Now what?

[burnseternal]

Now, close your eyes. Remember that it is not only your body that I am asking to relax, but your mind as well. It is no easy task, but one that I believe you are more than capable of accomplishing.

[Saint Walker closes his eyes in turn, as if prepared to relax himself, though that is not the case; he simply wonders if Klarion would feel more comfortable without Walker's prying gaze upon him.]

Tell me, Klarion -- what do you hear? What do you feel?

[beneathbluerafters]

[ Not having Walker looking him actually does help a bit, something about that easy, placid smile and the direct eye contact sets Klarion on edge! He does close his eyes, though, and speaks up again after almost thirty seconds of dead silence. ]

... Purring. In answer to both of your questions.

[burnseternal]

Good, [he says, because he needs to provide some form of positive reinforcement, and the very fact that Klarion is speaking as opposed to simply dismissing this exercise as stupid is a better beginning than he could have expected.]

Can you tell me what you hear and feel in more detail? No fact is too small, too insignificant for it to be unworthy of further attention, and I am certain that your senses are keen enough to latch onto such things. Like, for example, the sound of the river.

[beneathbluerafters]

If you insist.

[ There's no real venom or snarkiness to his voice; he's pretty much just being ornery out of habit at this point. ]

... There's the river, like you said, the cat... the wind in the trees, I suppose. Breathing. I think my legs are getting a bit sore, but again, that may be because of the cat using them as a pillow.

[ he cracks one eye open to look at Walker as he speaks, half-wondering if the guy will be able to tell. ]

[burnseternal]

[If Walker can tell, he certainly doesn't show it. He remains as quiet and serene as ever, his eyes fastly closed.]

How do you feel these things in relation to yourself? Does the wind comfort you, or discomfort you? Do you enjoy the sound of the river?

[He's starting off with blatantly leading questions, but that is, he feels, often the only way to get a reluctant student to truly consider their surroundings.]