Time passes until the eighth twilicht arrives with an apprehensive air. Kiora refrains from detailing her vision. She further decides to wait for certainty. She stands by her bedroom window in deep reflection. 'Impulsion has been a flaw for too many.' The young Daemik sighs. Kiora trails along the stone path with her finger on the glass. She circles around the rose garden below. 'I think I've been guilty of being impatient from time to time.' Kiora drops her arm with a sigh.
"I need to stop falling into dark thoughts." She shakes her head. "Perhaps, I need to clear her mind."
Upon that suggestion, she closes her eyes. Kiora draws in a deep breath. 'One. Two. Three.' She paces herself before exhaling. Despite attempting to manage the flow of her breath, a yawn is persistent. Kiora stretch
