One of Those Secluded Coves on the Beach, Saturday Afternoon

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Just because she'd gotten accustomed to never really having her brain all to herself any more didn't mean that Tahiri had to like it. The bad moments came and went; the past few days they'd never really gotten horrible, but they were more frequent than they had been. Her brilliant solution to those moments when they hit was to hide out, more often than not in some quiet spot in the preserve, or out here on the beach: natural spots, well away from as much technology as possible, and more importantly away from people. She didn't want to take the risk of a repeat incident like the one in the salle.

Sitting still was never something she'd been very good at, but spending time in meditative trances seemed to help. When she'd woken up this morning feeling more . . . fragmented than she liked, she'd picked her way out to a quiet spot and had been here ever since. Eyes closed, breathing slow and even -- it had taken a while to get calm enough to manage that -- and completely silent. Which, yes, for her, was strange.

It was working, at least. For now.

[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want, though as a warning she's not so much with the stable right now.]