Sahel was
sitting topless in the center of the room in lotus position with his
hands resting on this knees and his dark blue wings spread out as
much as possible in his back and resting on the white floor. It was
the only room of the sanctuary to have an even floor covered with
white oak wood. Heavy african drums were resonating all around him.
“How can
he meditate with such a noise?” Seti asked placing his hands on his
sensitive ears.
“He
doesn't,” Evalynn said pushing him on the side, putting a finger on
her lips.
“Why are
his wings so dark blue, that's unusual for him?” Seti asked.
“He is
concentrating, damn can't you be quite and ask your question later,”
Azazel said frowning.
He had tried
the trance meditation once and it had turned pretty badly when he had
broken his concentration without preparing himself first. The teacher
had decided that he needed more training before trying it again. He
didn't want to see that happen just now, being roasted wasn't part of
his day's plan.
The three of
them stood silently on the opposite side of the room. Azazel crossed
his arm on his chest. There was something special about Sahel, always
as if he was so old that he already knew all the tricks of life while
still being so innocent and naïve about the demon world. Azazel
couldn't understand how this could happen.
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