The streamside is nice, no? The next time you feel angry, or the heaviness in your chest, think of this sound again. Breath in slowly, over a long count. Adyeen, Dvah, Tchree, Chitiryi, Pyetz. …and hold…think of brook babbling, the sound of its motion. …and let your breath out again. Pyetz, Chitiryi, Tchree, Dvah, and…Adyeen. Good, good.
*World did as he was asked, closing his eyes and breathing in slowly. He squeezed the mound of fluff in his hands in the counts so to keep track. The sound of the brook and his internal thoughts made things overwhelmed for a while, but slowly with the breathes and counting along with him, it was starting to cool down.*
It’s... It’s nice.
*He’s not sure why ‘nice’ was literally the only word that came to mind. But he figured he wouldn’t mind. He set the doll down on his lap before reaching forward, his fingers ghosting over the surface of the brook.*
... aah.. tea, right. I brought some. Would you like some? It’s.. also nice.
