"You are surely rowdy today..." Rose mutters, rubbing her head. The god in her mind was always there, and always persistent. However, today he seemed to be much more obnoxious. It even irritated Muglin, her pet crow, causing him to peck at Rose's head. Not hard enough to draw blood, but it was certainly annoying. 

Meditation was her morning ritual, due to its potent abilities to keep her mind focused, and shut out any unwanted voices. Today was no exception. There she was, sitting at the edge of a dock with her legs crossed. She had been watching a boat drift lazily through the ocean, eventually docking at Adarla's port. She briefly considered going over and greeting the crew, who were undoubtedly merchants bringing food. She shot the idea down, knowing that her lack of social skills would make the conversation awkward. 

For all intents and purposes, she would forever be alone. Unless you count the rogue voice in her head, or the occasionally helpful crow. For now, she remained in meditation, focusing on the way her hair and scarfed gently swayed in the wind. Focusing on how the cold bit into her skin, a sensation she somehow found soothing. She focused on anything but the mental battle in her head, and the beak hitting her head.