Why don't you do right Who: Luke and Deryn What: Admission Where: The Temple When: Saturday afternoon, April 9th (Canwyn 21) (backdated)
The choice to come to the temple and been spur of the moment. Luke had a little over an hour before he had to be back at the Palace and he wasn't really sure that the Danu or the Robor would be in, but we was pretty sure that Robor Howell taught Pinyon until about this time, and maybe if she wasn't too busy he'd still be able to catch her. The early spring wind felt good under his glider, and though his landing wasn't perfect, he managed not to get too much dust on his trousers. It probably wasn't the best idea to bring his glider in the first place -- it never really was, since he'd been bound -- but Luke's restless energy had to go somewhere, and flying was a good channel for it, forcing him to focus on every motion and current, the twitch of the wind like a living animal he had to coax into carrying him.
He sheathed the glider's wings and carried it into the temple, relieved when he saw that the Pinyon lesson was just breaking up, and he gave little smiles and nods to those present, hanging back until the Robor was alone at the head of the sanctuary. Only then did he approach, his shoulders hunched forward a little, a different way that he carried himself on the floor of the Palace. "Hey Robor Howell," he said, smiling a little bashfully. "I know you just got done but uh. Would you maybe. Have time," he rocked forward and back on his feet, "For an Admission?"