Relaxation and Meditation

B: After having spent such a wonderful time with the Tranquil clan, worries began to stir in Noka’s gut and she could tell Antlia wasn’t exactly carefree herself. From what they’d experienced so far; the Forgotten clan and their struggles, the Brutes with their roughhousing and shows of strength, to the so starkly different Tranquils with their peace and practice of wellness. Noka watched the Haedian’s of the clan go by, doing their own routines and jobs, suddenly feeling so out of place. She was from the surface, and the whole point of coming down here was to get to the very end. They were nowhere close, she knew this.
Cailu had been a wonderful guide on their journey and soon they would depart again to what clan came next and Noka could feel her stomach tie itself into knots just thinking about it. The magic here was so wonderful, she could never forget it, but the customs and traditions were so outlandish and sometimes too much for her. She could only hope they wouldn’t run into another clan like the Brutes.

A: Their time was coming to an end for this clan, and Antlia wasn’t sure if she was quite ready to move on yet. The way the underground was set up here, it reminded her of home. She knew that they needed to continue, to get down to the bottom of everything going on down here, but she didn’t want to. The runner felt selfish for not wanting to leave but they hadn’t been home in a while.

She could tell Noka had worries of her own, and the members of the Tranquil had picked up on it. They lead the two to Pyrri, and Antlia felt a sense of calm and relaxation wash over her. It was crazy that even just the presence of the leader could melt their worries away. She gestured for them to take a seat, and Antlia settled down close to Pyrri.

B: Pyrri’s den was decorated from floor to ceiling with vines, plants and crystals, and the air was rich with the smell of herbs and incense. The very air was calm, with the Tranquil leader meditating on a patch of moss and weaved vines. Pyrri smiled at the two vayron as they arrived, welcoming them both to sit beside her and shed the tension off their shoulders. Antlia found her place beside Pyrri, and Noka seated herself on the other side.
“The others tell me you’ve been quite worried,” Pyrri began with a tone gentle and encouraging. “I understand the reason you have come all this way down has great importance, and that you must continue ahead to meet the other clans.” With flowing gestures, she waved her hands to trail a magical mist from some glowing crystals. “This has caused unease at your heart?” Looking between the two vayrons, she tilted her head inquisitively.
Nokare breathed in a deep breath, before sighing, letting the calmness of the den wash over her. “It’s true, Pyrri,” she started. “The clans before were quite stressful, with the troubles of the Forgotten, and the… games? Customs, of the Brutes.” She corrected herself, shifting her paw in the blossomed buds around her paws, that refused to bloom fully. “You and your kin are a lovely moment of respite in what feels like a tumultuous journey and with the shroud of mystery ahead, I… we, feel a bit hesitant to move forward.” Noka raised her eyes to meet Pyrri’s, and she could have sworn it was like a calming blanket fell over her. Maybe it was some kind of magic of Pyrri’s, or maybe it was simply comforting to have someone listen and perhaps understand.
“Life here is so vastly different the more you explore the depths, and for a surface dweller it must be especially disorienting to go by so quickly, taking in as much as you can of all our cultures, our ways,” Pyrri hummed. “You are both very brave in coming here, and pushing forward despite whatever discouragement you may have felt prior to your arrival here. I cannot say what your journey holds as you leave our territory, but I can perhaps aid you in shedding some of these anxious feelings.” The Haedian stretched her neck high and closed her eyes. “Let us meditate, allow our minds to find reassurance and understanding together. Stretch the tension from your shoulders, your necks, and close your eyes. Allow the song of the crystals lift you, weightless,” she instructed with a gentle tone, waiting with each step for the vayrons to follow along.

A: The runner listened as Pyrri invited them to meditate with her. Antlia did as she was told, stretching her shoulders back and pulling her head forward to find a good spot to settle. She could feel herself falling into a sense of comfort and weightlessness.