"You need to stop."
These were the only words spoken by Rose in her time atop the roof of the wharf. She had been spending her morning in quiet meditation, watching one of the merchant ships sail along and eventually dock. As usual, she could never truly sit in quiet. The god in her head was always there, always whispering. Give up control... Let me take over... She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts the best she could. She tried focusing on the cold, the way her scarf and hair swayed in the slight breeze. She focused on one of the dockers on the ship. She focused on anything but the voice in her head telling her to give up her freedom.
Her bright white/gray eyes twinkled in the sunlight, though her brows were furrowed in concentration. It took all her willpower at every moment to keep the voice contained.