Magic Box, Thursday, 1/26

[life_inshadow]

Tara had brought Mr. Moxy to work with her today, and watched him chase dust bunnies around the bookshelves until he got bored with it and fell asleep.

This taught her two things. First, her workday would be much easier if she were a cat

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[ancientbschamp]

Gabrielle still hadn't made any more headway in her meditation sessions, and it was starting to frustrate her -- which, she suspected, didn't help matters much. She'd tried changing her position (she'd even resorted to standing on her head once, but that had only ended in falling over and that wasn't conducive to concentration at all), listening to music, listening to nothing at all . . .

She was still working her way through the atmospheric aspects of it, thus her trip into town after class; she wasn't sure who she'd find when she got to the magic shop, but it was good to find someone she knew.

"Could I get some advice on something?"

Sound less dramatic, Gabrielle, gods.

[life_inshadow]

Tara looked mildly alarmed as she stood from the crouch she'd been bent into to scrub at the bottom bookshelf.

"Sure," she said, "What's going on, Gabrielle?"

[ancientbschamp]

She'd been working on a story in her head on her walk down, so she'd been stuck in a melodramatic sort of mood, but at least she seemed to realize it, and looked apologetic.

"It's nothing serious," Gabrielle promised. "I'm just a little . . . blocked, I guess you could call it. I've been working on these meditative techniques, but I can't quite seem to calm my mind down enough, and I'm wondering if a change in the kind of incense I've been using might help."

[life_inshadow]

"I can try to help with that," Tara said in relief, wandering over to the stock of incense. "Peppermint's good for clarity. Or basil. Or poppy, but that might be a little ... like killing a fly with a sledgehammer."

She glanced to Gabrielle. "What kind of scents do you use now?"