"Imagine yourself standing in a vast, wide, open meadow," Aelin's soothing voice continued. "Feel the ground beneath your feet. The air around you. Let your mind accept it."
Tring.
The bell rang softly, its clear tone drifting through the darkness behind Roxanna's closed eyes, like a fade light leading her forward.
"Now, walk straight ahead," Aelin continued calmly. "Feel Azul's hand beside you. Picture him there with you."
In real life, Roxanna reflexively tightened her grip on Azul's hand. Her thumb caressed the back of his hand, as if she were trying to trace his touch into her mind.
"Imagine his scent, imagine his presence, and imagine his voice," Aelin said.
She did as instructed. She imagined breathing in Azul's scent, which sometimes smelled like a breeze near the beach. She imagined his eyes, as blue as the ocean, and his smile, as calm as the waves touching the shore.
"Once you can truly feel his hand in your mind… open your eyes." Aelin asked.
