"Alright, slowly now. Take a deep breath. Feel the warmth in your chest."
I sat with Sari on the long, green grass of the inner gardens of Brackencliff Keep, my legs tucked to the side. The young foxkin sat cross-legged beside me, patiently guiding me into the depths of my soul. Wisp, her curse demon, hovered nearby, visible as a slight, vaguely humanoid distortion in the air. Apparently, one of his skills was hiding himself from prying eyes.
I did as Sari asked, taking a long, deep breath, letting the sensations of the garden fade away. The kiss of the gentle breeze, the burble of a nearby fountain, the caress of the morning sun on my face. All of it vanished as I looked inside, searching for the elusive warmth she promised was there. The warmth of my soul.
After a few minutes of silence, I opened my eyes, tail limp. "It's not there. I can feel the souls of the demons, and Fable, but that's it." I let out an exasperated sigh. "I just don't know how else to look."
