Fuu Meditates Instead

It had been years now since Chimata Lha had granted Fuu her vision and the young monk had sworn her oath and become the Goddesses vessel. Now, laying on her back in the bright summer sun, it’s golden rays highlighting every inch of her firm, athletic body, Fuu allowed her breathing to fall into a steady rhythm. Her grey eyes fell closed and her chest began to rise and fall as though she was asleep.

Sleep did not overtake her, nor did any true relaxation. Instead, Fuu’s mind fell into the steady rhythms that had been trained into her back at the monastery. One of the first things that young adepts were taught even before they were given their first staff.

The Goddess Wanders, and so must she.

With each breath, Fuu found herself walking. Her long, bare legs marked out elegant steps through a blurry mess of shaded colors around her. In her peripheral vision, Fuu could make out what might have been houses, a grand temple, cliff faces, desert sands. But her eyes remained steadily ahead and just as blurrily as they appeared, the visions drifted on and faded away.

One of the easiest tennants to abide by; to not focus on the path she walked, but the act of walking it.

She could feel herself moving faster now. The already blurred images began to slip together until they were flying by in an indistinguishable rainbow mess. Fuu knew that back in reality, her body lay perfectly still and at peace. Defenseless, even.

Perhaps that would satisfy Emmaline and Liv’s demands of relaxation?

Fuu pushed onward faster and faster though her legs never seemed to truly trouble with the pace. She never had to run or even jog. She simply walked and the world moved.

And then it fell still.

Fuu took a deep breath and let the full sweet scent of cherry blossoms fill her lungs. It was thick, like a heavy mist so thick, in fact, that when they first reached the temple, many novices shocked themselves awake for fear they were drowning. But Fuu simply took another long breath and allowed the warmth of it to saturate her form.

Even now, it still felt like home.

As always, she was naked from the moment she remembered she had a physical form. Though she felt lighter here, her body still looked exactly the same. The same modest breasts, the same flat stomach, giving way to modest hips and long, shapely legs framing her bare sex.

Had others been here to see her, they might have found her shrouded by a thick mist, Though the shrine was silent now. It was only her.

Fuu walked forward until she found long verdant grass poking up between her feet and the cherrywood stairs of the temple rising up before her. She took them one at a time, then followed the outer walkway into the main hall to the chamber of worship.

It was, of course, empty.

Even the seat of the Goddess sat in wooden silence. Even with Fuu here alone, the connection with Chimata Lha practically thrumming in her chest in this most sacred place.

Fuu fell to her knees then rocked back so that her feet were folded beneath her firm, bare butt. Her hands folded in her lap, and at once a gesture of defeat became a proper straight-backed pose of meditation and enlightenment.

“I wish you would speak to me,” Fuu said. It felt like a whisper on her lips, but the sound seemed to resonate through the temple itself.

“I know it’s selfish to say,” she paused. A frown danced over her face. “And I am sorry for my greed.”

Her only forgiveness was misty silence.

“You were generous once in showing me your face, but…” her eyes pressed shut as a memory of the Goddess flashed through her mind. A luxurious and graceful vision of a woman dressed only in wispy veils of white mist. Fuu remembered the way it had seemed to shift about over her nude figure, tempting and teasing with visions of the divine flesh that lay below. In their fateful conversation, Fuu had thought she had even glimpsed a momentary glance at her holy sex. Chimata Lha was at once lewd and shameless, and perfectly modest. Her body both opulent luxury and demure elegance, shrouded both by transparent mist and swirling lengths of pitch black hair.

“I just need direction,” Fuu’s words resonated, barely above a whisper. “I need to know that I’m going the right way.”

She took a deep breath and let the cherry mist suffuse her further.

“Am I… am I leading them well? Am I really helping them be heroes and protect the innocent or…” an uncharacteristic anger marred Fuu’s features, twisting from a plaintive elegance into a near snarl. “Or am I just the first in of a band of fools? Just the queen of whores, to stupid and slutty to see herself for what she truly is.”

The words disappeared into the mists and for long moments, the whole building seemed to resound with them. Harsh, ragged shapes cleaved through the mists like clumsy stone blades crashing about and dashing themselves against the temple walls.

Fuu sighed. There would be no more answers here than there had been elsewhere. The Goddess’s grace was still with her, but her voice… was lost.

As the mists settled around her, Fuu shifted her weight and adjusted her hands in her naked lap. Her long braid came to rest between her shoulder blades as it ran down her spine and Fuu let her eyes fall closed once more.

There, in a meditation upon a meditation, Fuu willed her thoughts to fade and her mind to fall as silent as the walls around her.