Thread: Bats and Doves WHO: Ambriel Triádhos and James Weatherby WHEN: First week of January [forward-dated] WHERE: The Institution corridors
Now that New Year's Eve had passed, students were slowly returning to the Academy. Life was once again filling the hallways of the school, something Ambriel noticed as he moved from the tower to the dining hall and back. He did not move to many other places. He had abandoned the chapel altogether, he only sometimes went practising with his sword and he had not found a new job after being fired from his old one. He spend most of his days in bed with Davian, reading books. Ever so often, he went flying.
His presence did not seem to fill as much of the room as it used to. Ambriel had always been ablaze with an inner light, but that seemed to have been extinguished.
He was at one of the tall windows of the castle, looking outside. He wrapped his scarf more tighter against his body as he looked outside. It was a beautiful sundown: the sky was coated in vibrant shades of scarlet, orange and pink. The Lord making his mark on the world. Too bad it did not held any meaning. Ambriel sighed, observing the sun for a while longer, watching it dip lower and lower to the horizon.