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Without a second thought you pull your compass from your pocket and begin to work your way back to your friends. Although you wanted to preserve energy you couldn't make it to them before nightfall if you paced yourself. The forests blur all around you pick up speed and you move as fast as you possibly could, faster than you ever had before thanks to your mental training. You dodge branches and leap over exposed roots and rocks as your subconscious detects and reacts faster than your conscious mind could. The only thing you had to do was steer yourself in the right direction according to the compass in your hand.
Your movement is so swift that you're only brought to a sudden stop when you reach a massive shift in mood. The forest suddenly goes supremely quiet and the air feels delicate and impossibly light. You instinctively hold your breath for a moment in fear simply breathing would break the delicate serenity that hung in the air. So calm and peaceful was this sensation that it felt as if all the exhaustion and stress you had accumulated from the last few days was slowly floating away. You look around in almost a daze when your finally see Ming meditating under a tree. Legs folded over each other, the delicate folding of her fingers betrayed how still and statuesque she looked. With her hood down, the thin rays of sun that washed over her face gave her an almost transcendent look. It was the here and now that she seemed to fully embody what you would think the Exarch of the Library would look like.
