IC Inbox for Empatheias

[nofarplaneyet]

Messenger Bird/Voice/Image/Action

*If you want to harass an old man, feel free. Expect dry humor in return if you're trying to be smart.*

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[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta nods; when he speaks, his voice carries with it the suggestion of a smile, gentle and yielding to Auron's own tone.]

Be patient, my friend, and pace yourself. For now, perhaps we might continue our meditation exercise. I see you have already mastered the basics of posture.

[Both hands return to his knees, where they settle into their usual mudra.]

Open your mind.

[nofarplaneyet]

[Getting back to actual meditation is something Auron can get behind. With his legs crossed and his hands held in his lap, he pushes aside the complicated feelings and instead concentrates on the fact he's now meditating with a friend. It puts him in a positive frame of mind. His breathing slows and he tries to keep his mind open to any instruction.]

Do you have a lot of students?

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta feels Auron's energies collate, redistribute, settle back into their resting state; he must be learning well, to recover his focus after their decidedly emotional reprieve.]

I consider all of us students, to some extent- but students of mine? Here, you are my third, though the first came with me from home.

[nofarplaneyet]

[Auron is sadly quite good at ignoring his own feelings in favor of things that need to be done right away. Possibly why he has the problems he still does now. At the same time, being able to let go of SOME of his emotional turmoil is giving him genuine cause for peace.

Hearing Zenyatta immediately name him as a student makes Auron unexpectedly pleased.]

If I am a student, should I be respectful and call you Master Zenyatta? Will...will you still be my friend if you're also my master?

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta cocks his head, regarding Auron for a few stern moments- then, abruptly, he chuckles.

His voice warms as a fire in the hearth, soft and comforting and glowing its welcome.]

You may call me by whatever name or title you see fit to use. As for still being a friend, I should not want to be anything else to you, regardless of how you choose to view our relationship. Now- [mock-stern all of a sudden]- focus, please.

[nofarplaneyet]

[Auron nods and assumes the relaxed position again, concentrating on breathing and closing his eye. His expression is normally obscured by his choice of clothing and his sunglasses. However, since relaxing meant bowing his head a little, it's evident that he is actually smiling. Just a tiny bit.]