by Sarish » Fri Sep 29, 2017 8:15 am
Sarish watched, dismayed, as a frown settled on James’ features, as his eyes became distant and unfocused. He wasn’t sure which part of what he had said had upset the Canadian, though sympathy and regret made his smile fade a bit. I wish I could take it back… The monk knew full well that he was thinking of James as a friend, and not a student, which was understandable considering that no plans had been made yet, but it would be more difficult to see the young man as a student in the future. Relax. I hate it when people are sympathetic to me… I should be careful not to treat James like someone that needs to be fixed.
He jolted out of his thoughts when the young man spoke again, moving out of his room, and Sarish quickly followed him out into the hallway, taking the lead as he maneuvered through the halls of the massive monastery, the location of everything it housed deeply ingrained in his mind. He could probably walk through the halls blind with no trouble. The young master listened as James voiced his questions, stopping abruptly in his tracks. He turned to face the Canadian, no smile on his serious face now as he responded.
"I did not lie to you, James. I meant every word I said, do not doubt that. You are an amazing person, and you are much stronger than you think." Sarish paused. Why did he want James to stay? "I... I suppose that I feel like I have a lot in common with you, as ridiculous as that sounds. I would like to get to know you. And I would like to be able to show you that your leg is not as much of a hinderance as you think it is. Or, in the very least, find a master who can." He stated easily, truthfully. Without waiting for a response, Sarish turned and continued walking towards the Head Master's study, mind determined now.
He stopped in front of the room at the very end of the hall, taking a deep breath. "Head Master," he called softly.
"Enter," came the response, and Sarish pulled open the sliding door, ushering James inside before stepping inside himself. The Head Master's study was about twice the size of the master's rooms, sporting a desk, two potted plants, and a floor-to-ceiling glass door that looked the training grounds located in the back of the monastery. Head Master Abhijat knelt behind his low desk, his wizened face tilted up to look at the new arrivals, serious eyes examining them both. An African Grey parrot perched on one corner of the desk, examining a piece of fruit clutched in its talons with a critical eye. Sarish gave a low, respectful bow, careful to make no reaction to the protest his back gave.
"Rise, Brother." The young master straightened, gesturing for James to kneel on one of the mats spread out on the floor in front of the desk as he lowered himself slowly onto one of his own.
"Head Master," Sarish greeted, inclining his head once more.
"Young Master Sarish. And you must our newest arrival." The Head Master greeted in a soft, heavily accented voice. He turned to the younger monk. "I was told that this young man arrived yesterday. I was told this by one of the apprentices, yet they said that you were the one who brought him in. Why did I have to hear this from them and not you?" The old man asked in Nepali.
"My apologies," Sarish answered in English. "I thought it would be better for you to meet him yourself."
"Hmm," The Head Master hummed. The African Grey whistled once before deciding the fruit was good enough to eat, delicately picking at it now. Master Abhijat then turned to James. "Welcome, traveler. I heard that you arrived at the monastery unconscious. Are you alright? Do you require any medical attention?"
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Sarish on Fri Sep 29, 2017 8:45 am, edited 1 time in total.
Why hello there.
I'm absolute trash and that's basically all you need to know about me.