[vi isn't sure how the lamp understood her when she requested the entertainment feed - perhaps it had been another speaking at the same time (had someone helped her out?), but all the same she's ...well.
she's there.
this is a small space, and she hadn't thought this through when she'd voiced it (more a scream than anything else) - but now there's a panicked nightmare in a familiar space - the anxiety causing her to rear up and then ground herself, huffing, backing up, turning, and turning again.
fuck. she's bumped into something. which she suddenly tries to bite. vi finds that horsing is much more difficult than catting. for one: the meditation is just ...inexplicably harder. small bonus: she doesn't even need to close her eyes.
let the horseshit (ugh) of the external world fade from your awareness. if you find your mind wandering to other thoughts...
...don't let it concern you. just acknowledge that all that shit is fucking bullshit. you’re here now, in this place, with your inner still---
fuck. her tail has flicked - something's fallen. sorry about that. the nightmare sheepishly smiles - or attempts to. to anyone looking on it might seem a threat. what had she thought she could accompish here? in retrospect it seems like a bad idea - and she winces as someone approaches.]
unmask : steed in the feed [closed to eden : later october]
she's there.
this is a small space, and she hadn't thought this through when she'd voiced it (more a scream than anything else) - but now there's a panicked nightmare in a familiar space - the anxiety causing her to rear up and then ground herself, huffing, backing up, turning, and turning again.
fuck. she's bumped into something. which she suddenly tries to bite. vi finds that horsing is much more difficult than catting. for one: the meditation is just ...inexplicably harder. small bonus: she doesn't even need to close her eyes.
let the horseshit (ugh) of the external world fade from your awareness. if you find your mind wandering to other thoughts...
...don't let it concern you. just acknowledge that all that shit is fucking bullshit. you’re here now, in this place, with your inner still---
fuck. her tail has flicked - something's fallen. sorry about that. the nightmare sheepishly smiles - or attempts to. to anyone looking on it might seem a threat. what had she thought she could accompish here? in retrospect it seems like a bad idea - and she winces as someone approaches.]