A little meeting while going for a run | Une petite rencontre en allant courir. 🕷️🕸️ Épeire diadème. European garden spider. Araneus diadematus. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVBEAFeNHze/

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A little meeting while going for a run | Une petite rencontre en allant courir. 🕷️🕸️ Épeire diadème. European garden spider. Araneus diadematus. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVBEAFeNHze/
The sun was slowly rising, colouring the sky a orange colour. The birds were singing to eachother and the air was fresh and crisp. Zenyatta was filling a bucket with water. The water made a sloshing sound as it hit the bottom of the bucket. Zenyatta’s feet made the gravel out in the yard make a crunching sound as he walked back into one of the monastery’s buildings .
He slowly put the bucket with water down on the floor. Zenyatta brought out a rag under his belt and dipped it into the water gently. He bent down on his knees and started scrubbing the floor. It was his turn to clean the floors of this building. He and his brothers all worked together.
His time at the monastery had put a lot of stress on Zenyatta. His brothers were discussing or as Zenyatta would like to call it bickering among each other over who would take Mondatta’s place as their spiritual leader. They had of course jumped on the chance to try and convince Zenyatta, but he had told them a straight and final no.
Zenyatta looked at his reflection in the bucket. His lights suddenly turned red and he threw the rag into the bucket making the water splash over the edge. Zenyatta just stared at the floor. When had his life become so full of discord. He was glad Genji was not here to see him in despair.
It had been month since he had met the murderer of his brother Mondatta. Zenyatta had forgiven her and welcomed her with open arms. At this moment she would have been a welcomed distraction, either just to talk or put a bullet through his head, both were fine.
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Zenyatta tilted his head. He was vary around Widowmaker, but knew she was a damaged soul. That made Zenyatta want to help her “That does not sound like a very healthy attitude to me. You might want to get a hobby. Something that can keep you grounded. Meditation and positive mantras helps for me.” The omnic monk said in an encouraging tone.@araneide