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"Do you think you're ready to try meditating now? Or do you wish to wait til tomorrow to work on your first skill?"
Lyssoryl replied "Goodness! I can hardly stop now! How would I sleep tonight knowing I am so close to stepping into a miraculous new world?" She brought her feet up to a cross-legged position on the chair, which was plenty large enough to accomodate such a small person in that position. Her eyes fluttered for a second, then closed. Her breathing slowed and became even.
Inwardly, Lyssoryl began to concentrate. Her brain felt like it had been blown up like a pig's bladder, and the corridors of thought that she had always enjoyed wandering now had a strange new quality to them. But she soon began to grow frustrated at not finding her way to Clara. She focused with more and more intensity, but the correct path eluded her. She let out a large sigh. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better idea afterall. And in that second when she eased up, suddenly she felt something! It was as if her soul were gently strummed like the string of a harp. She let the feeling play through her for a long delicious moment, then slowly opened her eyes, unsure if she would see the classroom or something entirely else.
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