While he had started to become more comfortable around his new bride, Ashok had not yet found himself able to get over the awkwardness of their opposing personalities. He did not want to be a curse on her life, yet he could not change who he was. Ashok pinched the bridge of his nose. He had a hatred for meditation really. It was not Nali's fault that she was left to teach him. In the end he blamed his great-grandfather for leaving him with the supposed 'blessing' of being a Guardian and the Gods agreeing to it. What kind of strange sense of humour did they have?
The carnelian stone sang in its low tone inside his ears as it had taken control of his chest, changing flesh to the guardian. The disembodied cries had set off his Guardian so much that he could not fight it off much more than what he had. While he logically knew that the time of year in these parts meant such noises might happen and they were not in danger- besides the missing and dead humans- his Guardian reacted based on the emotional response it created.
With a huff, he sat down on some of the pillows on the floor. "It's a bit hard to relax with these chudee noises."