Emberwood prayer of the refugee

it was clear he did not know what meditation was about. how tranquil it made oneself and achieving nirvana was just as important as an assault on the body. Heloise was not one to boast knowledge above others. she would give only the gentlest of advice and information. things she knew, not things she only knew of. some secrets? she kept very close. he also did not seem to understand why she was even stopping here, allowing herself to be open to fate.

it was a high probability she would have been attacked. her skull would gift a small tilt. yes, to others it may seem foolish. she refused the more feral caution that came with a new place. "I am a traveler" Heloise explained softly "if I do not take the risk, I learn nothing" for, without experience, there could be no growth. the young man would go on to inform her his mother had passed. she clicked her tongue in sympathy, though she doubted he wanted to hear her condolences. he seemed past that. "so you are also new."

it was a statement, not a question. she knew the answer; he had said it plainly enough. "traveling by yourself?" she queried.