[Nyx's form of focus isn't quite so... involved. Deep breath. Recenter. Find the target, and have it. He'd never been quite one to so deeply meditate like some of his comrades. Then again, he had a talent for keeping collected.
Now the urgency is different. Now it's to make sure people don't sit in while you remember the horrors of war, or accidentally let slip something that shouldn't have been said.
There are images, ones he can recognize in some manner, but then again, not quite. Familiar enough to get the details but not the whole picture. The forests of pine somehow seem to mix and morph into the forests of Galahd that he's reminded of, covered in willow trees and clear rivers cutting through the landscape.
Odd images for him, considering his present state of being is knee-deep in images of the past that aren't even entirely his own.]
put that art on the fridge
Now the urgency is different. Now it's to make sure people don't sit in while you remember the horrors of war, or accidentally let slip something that shouldn't have been said.
There are images, ones he can recognize in some manner, but then again, not quite. Familiar enough to get the details but not the whole picture. The forests of pine somehow seem to mix and morph into the forests of Galahd that he's reminded of, covered in willow trees and clear rivers cutting through the landscape.
Odd images for him, considering his present state of being is knee-deep in images of the past that aren't even entirely his own.]