Delicate Chimes
Orion meditated in the morning sun. It was still quite early, and the world was mostly still. The exception being a row of wind chimes hung up nearby, that swayed in the wind. The chime was soft, and the prayer sheet under it rustled against each other on occasion. It was lovely to hear something so nice as he regulated his breathing and began searching into his mind.
Submitted By silverspoon
for [AUG] Wind Chimes
Submitted: 2 weeks ago ・
Last Updated: 2 weeks ago
