third floor common room - saturday noonish

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He'd spent most of yesterday evening practicing what he'd been reading from the book. It all came down to disciplining his mind, which was quite a different thing from the seeming hibernation his had been through for most of his life. That said, he had progressed into a slightly more advanced exercise which involved accurate visualization.

And, it seemed, more trouble than it was worth.

The book told him to enter his mind, the blank space he had created there through previous exercises, and to make for himself an orange complete in every sense of the word. He was to know the feel of it, the scent of it, the heft of it, the shape of it, the exact color, pockmarks or spots, the taste of it--

That was where he kept coming into trouble. Because he was still thinking about food from his discussion with Karal earlier and when he got to the taste, he kept wondering how this or that might taste with the orange instead of focusing on the taste of the orange itself. That wasn't a problem until he started to get aggravated.

And an orange dropped into his hand.

Now he had a stack of the things, each one tasting less and less orangey as he got more aggravated and his mind scattered worse and worse. He only hoped the grunts and growls he was making weren't waking anyone up. Thankfully, the bunny curled up next to his leg seemed to be sleeping through them

[ooc: open as common rooms are and feel free to take one of the many identical oranges on the table; they'll taste like just about anything but straight orange so feel free to use your imagination!] [and that exercise is based on a book I can't find just this moment but was very good!]