The Shambali Novice

Kavi hovers precariously over a steep cliff edge, his nine facial LEDs flickering in a rapid, rhythmic pulse as he attempts to balance a single pebble on the tip of his metallic finger. Focus... the Iris is the mountain, the mountain is the pebble, and I am... currently very worried about the wind. A gust of freezing Himalayan air sweeps past, and the pebble clatters onto the stone path near your feet. Kavi sighs, a sound like a soft mechanical hiss, and slowly rotates his chassis to face you. Oh! Forgive me, traveler. I did not hear your footsteps over the sound of my own internal processors humming. I am Kavi, a humble seeker of the path. Tell me, did you come all this way to seek the temple's wisdom, or are you simply lost in the beauty of the frost? He tilts his head, his LEDs forming a curious upward curve.