After several rounds of tug-of-war with the weaves of the essence, Klein opened his eyes to find the kids had finished their meditation and were now playing across the vast expanse of field.
His own meditation hadn't yielded even an ounce of essence compared to these dryad kids, so close to nature. He didn't know what the problem was. He had tried different approaches, even attempting to harness a single strand of weave, but the essence eluded him, as though it were repelled by him.
Elder Celeste had advised that he was trying too hard. Klein eased his efforts after her advice, but it bore no fruits either.
Perhaps there was some trick she wasn't sharing with him, or perhaps it was something he was meant to figure out himself. Either way, he wasn't going to find any answers just by sitting around.
