Jace looked up at the sky, body somehow masked in the tall grass. It was obvious no one had taken care of the outskirts of the yard in a while the garden the main focus anyways. He was trying to put into act some of the mindfulness tips his therapist had told him - be hyper aware of his surroundings, think about all the sound and all the things happening. He thought it was a load fo bullshit, at least. Heâd been plucking tall grass on the ground and watching the white fluffy clouds pass above him without much care into the world. âYou an come lay down, if youâd likeâŠâ He said in a soft voice, almost in case it was the wrong person he could get away with pretending he hadnât said anything at all.Â
Julius occasionally liked to do rounds outside of his color level. It helped him to level his perspective, and learn what behaviors seemed to be common with the other patients. Walking outside often meant he could catch lower levels. The yellows who sometimes seemed like they didnât belong here at all. Rarely did Julius resort to fire therapy with those ones. He smiled at the younger man, âWould you like me to?â
