storm & lex | the monastery gates
Leaving the monastery for his usual bout of evening training, Storm, too, took a moment to survey the night sky. Momentarily, he was gripped by the urge to abandon his plans and retreat to the Cathedral library. Surely there was a tome or other on the behavior of the points that shone brightly overhead. There were names, constellations—how lovely would it be, he thought, to lay down in the grass and point them out to himself, one by one.
But stargazing did not a holy knight make. He exhaled. Another time, perhaps. He was about to continue on his way when he caught sight of the blonde by the gates. Without realizing, he lit up. A newfound spring in his step led him to the mage's side.
"Good evening, Lex," he greeted. "Were you just returning?"