calm winds

[cumulonimbus]

Stormy sleeps the night in her hammock - it drizzles on her a little in the night, but she's dried out again by morning without having woken at all. She gets up and changes into fresh clothes and looks expectantly for breakfast. Today she's supposed to meditate and she doesn't really expect to like it but she supposes she ought to try with an open mind.

Comments

[cumulonimbus]

"I wish I could try that kind, the sitting kind sounds boring."

[allthebrightest]

"Why can't you try this kind?"

[cumulonimbus]

"I'd fall over. I can't run or dance or climb things or do anything more complicated than walking pretty much. I can't even always walk without falling over."

[allthebrightest]

"Aww, that sucks!" says Niva. "Somebody should invent something to help with that."

[cumulonimbus]

"Invent something like - what? I don't get any better if I use a cane and I'm not in bad enough shape to need a wheelchair."

[allthebrightest]

"So, something that's not a cane or a wheelchair."

[cumulonimbus]

"Yes, but what kind of thing?"

[allthebrightest]

"I dunno! I'll have to think about it."

[cumulonimbus]

"Well, that'd be really cool."

[allthebrightest]

Niva beams.

[cumulonimbus]

Stormy's pancakes are all gone. She stays put, assuming someone will direct her to a place to meditate soon.