36: Meditation
Saoirse sits cross-legged on a rock in the courtyard while Rhys and the Flower Guard spar with weapons and spells a short distance away. Magister Diarmaid hovers nearby, keeping an eye on Saoirse while maintaining the illusion that his attention is held completely by the sparring match. With her eyes closed, Saoirse inhales slowly through her nose, repeating sarcheroi, the Fae word for “peace,” over and over again in her mind. Hold…sarcheroi…sarcheroi…sarcheroi….and exhale…sarcheroi…sarcheroi…sarcheroi, she tells herself silently, trying to expel everything from her consciousness except for the word and her breathing. Bergljot also watches Saoirse, though for all the world she appears to be grazing contentedly, with no care for the ongoing sparring match or anything else. This type of tr
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