[Despite his attempts, Xingchen hasn't been able to fall into a meditative state. Whether it's his own thoughts or the slight breeze rustling petals and leaves just a little too much or even the presence he feels of someone else utilizing the peaceful place, he just can't settle down.
He breathes out again, still clearly frustrated, and instead reaches out for whatever flower is nearest him. There's a scent that's been coming to him that might also account for his inability to focus. He touches the soft petals, then gently cups the bloom and leans in, inhaling deeply. It's lovely, sweet, a little spicy, but not overly so. In the back of his mind, Xingchen is reminded of jasmine, though the shape of this flower is all wrong.
He runs his fingers over the petals again, calming himself with the velvety feel. He's still not feeling quite as he would like, but this does help. So, keeping his voice quiet so as not to disturb anyone else here, he speaks to the bloom.]
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He breathes out again, still clearly frustrated, and instead reaches out for whatever flower is nearest him. There's a scent that's been coming to him that might also account for his inability to focus. He touches the soft petals, then gently cups the bloom and leans in, inhaling deeply. It's lovely, sweet, a little spicy, but not overly so. In the back of his mind, Xingchen is reminded of jasmine, though the shape of this flower is all wrong.
He runs his fingers over the petals again, calming himself with the velvety feel. He's still not feeling quite as he would like, but this does help. So, keeping his voice quiet so as not to disturb anyone else here, he speaks to the bloom.]
Thank you, little one.