Miro sits still much of the days events running through his mind. He shakes his head in furious frustration as moves to speak to himself only to fail again, this time a small missle of frost flying to the wall. So he quiets himself, taking a position of serinity. It takes much longer than usual for Miro to enter his state of meditative concentration just do to the weight on his shoulders. Finally his breathing becomes rythmic and lifes worries seem to, at least temporarily, lift from his shoulder. In his minds eye he begins to search for that familiar feeling in the great beyond. He had become used to this search as his god was at his very core, aloof. Finally after an hour the sheer presure that Miro had come to associate with Nethys was found. Like an obediant student Miro waits, his minds eye focused on this particular shread of his gods existance. Much like prepairng spells he had to wait for his gods acceptance and acknowlegement before moving forward.
