Objectively this day wasn't particularly different from the day before, or the double handful of days that had preceded that. Bone chillingly cold and windy, it was enough to make Melody think longingly of the much warmer winters of her childhood. She hadn't passed a restful night, plagued by shadowy forebodings and a jittery restlessness that was reminiscent of having drunk too much strong coffee too late at night. Had the weather permitted it, she'd have liked to go for a long rambling walk that'd tire her out, but that option was clearly out. She felt closed in in her room, and all the common areas available for students were bound to be crowded with students. God but the Anaxi were loud as well.
After some thought she had decided she was most likely to find distraction as well as quiet at the Church of the Moon. Now she sat in an empty rosewood pew and tried to figure out what ailed her soul and heart. She closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of incense, they were using something with the scent of cinnamon, perhaps an offering from her home. Exhaling out she imagined all stress and tension flowing out from her body along with the breath. Meditation was inevitably taught as an aid to concentration and focus in the first few years of a galdori's magical education. However only a smaller percentage of the students found it useful enough to persist with it past them. Melody had realised that regular meditation practice helped with establishing a clearer understanding with the mona. Additionally, she'd found it helped her work through issues and regain her equanimity. Ever so slowly, muscles held tightly eased and her mind stopped darting randomly everywhere. Feeling calmer, she opened her eyes, only to see a passive quietly polishing the pews nearby.
That, that was what had upset her equilibrium. Her meeting yesterday with Professor Keye's.. assistant? servant? passive? Fionn. The interaction with Fionn had brought forth a lot of thoughts about passives that she wasn't easy about. Yet it also wasn't a situation where she had any control. She sighed, then stood up, making her rounds of the alcoves where the ten gods were represented. She stopped in front of Hulali's alcove, wondering what wisdom if any the God of All Waters would have for her. Perhaps the way forward was to be like the waters, move past what she couldn't change, and in time the water would carve a new channel for itself. Nature had a way of correcting the balance, and Mugroba did cleave to its policy of no-interference in matters of other kingdoms. Perhaps that truly was the best way?
Moving clockwise she moved to the alcove which housed Bash. Surprisingly the alcove was occupied by another student, but respecting the privacy of a fellow worshipper was a common courtesy, and she simply went on with her own devotions to the patron god of Hox. She lit incense, and began softly humming a simple Hoxian devotional tune.. Melody had a soft spot for the god and the Hoxian culture, having spent a lot of time with the Dreckz family. This had been cemented by her two year stint at Frecksat. Perhaps Bash had some wisdom for her as well.. To hold the convictions of her beliefs and morality strong, like hard rock.. To change those based on what was comfortable surely wasn't admirable.
She was soon done with the circle and felt much calmer for the ritual of it. Time. Time was what would be needed. Nothing would be resolved, in the world or in her heart in the space of one day. She'd do well to bury these uncertainties and thoughts within her heart, to be unearthed later at some future date. She still wasn't in the mood to go back though, or study either. Perhaps this was a good time to check the famous Crypts out? Her father had mentioned they had an illustrious ancestor interred there, maybe she could track that down and send a sketch of it in her next letter home?
She looked around for a sign to direct her, and not finding any, for someone who seemed available enough to direct her in the right direction..