Old Angel had remembered this conversation and she had smiled, she knew that the threes stars are the stars of faith and no matter how dark the cloud might get she had high hopes that they would come out successfully, she walked and looked at the prison like she would soon be retiring, yes she was over a thousand years old and she would be dying in her sleep anytime soon.
She found Mera still mediating, she liked this particular training as it was far better than the one they wanted to do previously. She did not do it as she would never imagine herself breaking all her bones. Old Angel called her but she was deep into the mediating, Old Angel looked around and the closest thing she saw was a dry pan.
