Syra stood. Closing her eyes. Ignoring every one. Thinking. She soon stopped though, because her quiet place was much more disturbing and unsettling than her oppinions and fears of her current situation. So instead, she shut herself down, like her mother had taught her. [I]It'll be easier... and it will help you.[/I] Her mothers voice whispered in her kind. [i] there could well be a time when you need it[/i]