[It starts off with silence. And continues with it. The only thing that can be heard is the occasional gust of wind.]

[And then there's a rustling, of loose cloth. A little voice carries itself across the communicator.]

You're outside.

Hello, River. [An older man chuckles softly.] My preference is to meditate outside.

Gyatso. [a beat.] It's not ( Read more... )