Qatrand er Yecine sat in a meditative posture in the dark of her tent. Her muscular frame only moved from an extremely slow but steady rise and fall of her chest as she drew in breath after breath with counted spacing.
Four hours of attempting this since a late dinner had not yielded the serenity she sought. She knew it was because she only worried without reflecting properly.
Through the spiritual fragment embedded protectively in her chest… waves of Elua's emotions continued to pulse like distant thunder. When she first left her at the camp those emotions had been particularly sharp. The girl's 'frustration', 'desire', and 'embarrassment' piercing her deeply.
Then there was a strange period of 'determination', 'fear', and 'love' that Qat could only continue to send warm feelings back for. Even though she could tell that a fraction of the last emotion was surprisingly directed at someone other than herself.
