Flindra
sat on a couch in the anteroom with her feet propped up on a stool and had a
warm lap rug thrown over her legs. Luta
and Anthela were with her to keep the fire going and to see to her needs, but
she was no longer aware of their presence.
She held the White loosely in her hand and the lids of her eyes were
half-closed, reflecting her state of profound relaxation. She'd been very successful tapping into the
mysterious energies emanating from the Spirit that resonated through the
entirety of His Creation. She had
started thinking of this energy signature as the Spirit's Pulse, which is how
all the others now referred to it.
She
waited with her mind stilled so she could spot any change that would betray the
Valkea's presence. Flindra felt very
much as if she were staring at the smooth surface of a reflecting pool, just
waiting for a ripple to alert her that something was moving within the depths,
something now concealed by the glassy facade.
Kalmar
and Gegen were present on the edges of her field of awareness and she was
pleased. It had been difficult for them
to reach this state of relaxation and deep awareness. They were both men of decisive action and
resolute energy and initially they had found it challenging to sink into such a
state of passive inactivity. Their
unrelenting desire to succeed had eventually carried them into this meditative
state so they were now all joined together in an awareness of the Spirit's
Pulse. Their crystals acted
synergistically to strengthen this link so although they were separated by
space they were effectively one. They
were three hunters patiently waiting for the quarry to come into their field of
view so they could spring into action.
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