[Vyng, for his part, settles into a meditative state like a stone sinks to the bottom of a pond. Obi-Wan's presence is as steady, strong and bright as always. At the same time, any sound from beyond the barrier he's created is muffled, distant, muted. Warmth surrounds him like a cocoon. And for several moments, he sits in silence with Water and basks in its simple, familiar presence.
Turning his focus inward is as natural as breathing. The veins of amethyst snaking up his arms, and the spiritual energy that flows through him, are reminders of his resilience, of everything he's survived. His crystal heart lends a comforting weight to his center that tells him he's not alone.
But that peace is short-lived. Sharp pain twists inside his chest, until it wrenches a gasp from his body. Instinctively, Vyng pulls away from the jaws of whatever waits for him. Like a fish swimming for safe haven, his attention returns to Water.
So the cycle continues, this ebb and flow of tranquility and pain. Each time, he's able to endure a little more, a little longer.
But in equal measure, the water inside the bathtub slowly rises.]
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Turning his focus inward is as natural as breathing. The veins of amethyst snaking up his arms, and the spiritual energy that flows through him, are reminders of his resilience, of everything he's survived. His crystal heart lends a comforting weight to his center that tells him he's not alone.
But that peace is short-lived. Sharp pain twists inside his chest, until it wrenches a gasp from his body. Instinctively, Vyng pulls away from the jaws of whatever waits for him. Like a fish swimming for safe haven, his attention returns to Water.
So the cycle continues, this ebb and flow of tranquility and pain. Each time, he's able to endure a little more, a little longer.
But in equal measure, the water inside the bathtub slowly rises.]