He crouched on the ground in front Rosalie, close enough just nottooclose, eyes cast on the ground as he shook his head with a chuckle, tracing imaginary shapes softly on the grass with his finger as he struggled to remember something.
“The ocean? That usually means… what was that again.” he had once read a book about psychological interpretations when it came to these sorts of things, and summoned his thoughts and the most he remembered about oceans. He was genuinely impressed—Rosalie seemed like the kind of person who’d have a hard time meditating and quieting thoughts and feelings, especially if they were as powerful as hers were. But from his experience he knew that when a person needed it most, this was usually the case. Rosalie needed the calm.
” It means something of a positive outlook in life, limitlessness. The ocean means tranquility—empowerment… unhindered, a renewal of feelings.” he explained, his eyes closed as he slowly puzzled the the pieces together in his words. He had no idea what that meant for Rosalie, but he hoped it would help her somehow. He raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
“You know, this is actually all I have planned for the day—so if there’s anything else you’d like to do for the day, we’re finished with step one. I just need you to do this more often—at least once a day, never below an hour.” he smiled at her.
Rosalie leaned away slightly as he came to a stop in front of her. Her eyes focused on his fingers trailing in the grass. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to recall about oceans. Rosalie wasn’t big on the whole dreamy-do-dah-let’s-hold-hands-and-express-our-feelings-through-song new age thing, but she did believe a person’s subconscious was a powerful thing, so it was possible what she’d experienced in her meditative state reflected something important.
She raised an eyebrow. “A renewal of feelings,” she mimicked. “Mm… somehow I don’t think that’s me, sweetcheeks.” Rosalie smirked and leaned her chin on her fist. “I haven’t got any of those feelings, remember?”
Her lip curled slightly. “That’s it? That’s my training?” All blissed out feelings of meditation were rapidly leaching from her body. “That’s shit! What the hell do I do with an hour of meditation a day?” She was spluttering, not sure if she was enraged or nonplussed.
Being Rosalie, she settled for the former.
Jumping up, she grabbed her back and swung it onto her shoulder. “What the hell kind of trainer are you?” She scoffed. “Meditation? Yep, that’s some great training there!” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.