'Can your naming sense be any worse?' Alex wondered, but didn't voice his thoughts. However, Procella must have read his mind, as she quickly smacked his head before snorting. 'Crazy woman.'
Smack!
"Don't badmouth your master behind her back," Procella scolded, letting out a faint smile. "And you'll be able to do it. Don't worry. Who do you think I am?"
'A narcissist.'
Smack!
"A beautiful goddess."
"Good. Capitalize the 'g'."
"A beautiful Goddess," said Alex, succumbing to Procella's somewhat playful nature. "But now what?"
"Sit."
Obeying Procella's words, Alex calmly sat in a meditative position. His legs were crossed, while his middle fingers and thumbs touched on each side. The back of his wrists rested on the side of his knees.