29 Summer, 507 AV
Blythe was sitting on her bed in the lotus position. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were resting on her knees. Her palms were face-up towards the ceiling, and a small trickle of light was pouring in through the open window, and landing a few inches away from the tip of her toes.
Blythe's breathing was normal, her heart was beating normally in her chest, there was no rush to her body, or in her senses; even though the cottage seemed to be in an uproar all around her.
Blythe was taking a few deep, cleansing breaths in through the nose, and then slowly out through the mouth, holding her breath for at least five seconds before letting it out. Allowing her lungs to feel completely full before letting it out. Blythe was slowly, but surely, relaxing, entering a higher state of consciousness, of relaxation when she heard a loud piercing voice cut through her inner calm like a blade.
"Blythe!" the voice called, Blythe instantly recognized it as Briar's because of its high pitch. Slightly irritated, Blythe's brow furrowed, and her right eye opened while the left remained tightly shut. "Yes Briar!" Blythe's voice echoed through her family's cottage.
"Do you know where grandma's tarot deck got to? I'm giving a reading later and I need it, and can't find it anywhere," Briar called back. Blythe's hands balled up in fists, she knew her grandmother rarely moved the cards, and that her sister knew where they essentially, always were. "Briar, they're on the table besides grandma's bed!" Blythe called, closing her eyes again.
A few moments later she heard, "thanks Blythe you're a life-saver," coming from Briar. Blythe growled, before yelling as sweetly as she could, "you're welcome, now would you keep it down, I'm trying to meditate!"
"Sorry," Briar called. "You don't have to say you're sorry, you didn't know," Blythe called back. "Sorry," Briar called, Blythe's brow furrowed again, and her hands balled so tightly into fists that they turned stark white. Blythe was gritting her teeth, just as she heard the door slam shut. Briar must have left, she thought as she unfurled her fingers, placed her hands on her knees again, palms face up towards the ceiling. Her brow unfurled, and Blythe was soon taking a few deep cleansing breaths again. "Inner peace.... inner peace...." she chanted with each exhalation of breath.