Speaking Beyond Our Words

It had been a while since Nero had gone to the Whistling Caves for a sizable length of time. Generally speaking he was doing as he usually did, delivering supplies across the planet, various miscellaneous favors, standing in for teaching young warriors every now and then. All of this was on top of his personal matters, and it would be dumb of him to not just take time off for himself every now and then.

So, Nero decided to suppress his energy, to something around the average non-warrior inhabitant of Namek, that way he would attract less attention. If anyone had dire need of him they could generally reach him through telepathy or otherwise asking someone they knew that could do that.

Standing at one of many entrances, Nero decided to make this fun. Like one of the last times he was here, he entered the Whistling Caves with his eyes closed, choosing to instead navigate with his exceptional hearing— the natural acoustics and phenomenon that gave this place its name would serve as a guide much like the last few times.

Taking paths through the caverns that weren’t often travelled, Nero made his way to one of his favourite spots. A nice open area with various wound up stalagmites and stalactites and otherwise incredibly smooth walls. Nero walked over to an outcropping of stalagmites and sat down beside them in a meditative position.