Precept practice

[Chambers]

The last time they had meet for order business it had ended in a mix of success and failure the Moros ponders as he walks into the room with its eight window seated alcoves. Yes they had recovered the terrarium with the fascinating grubs housed within, resting for now on the alter in the middle of the room, but they had failed to recover the grimoire and he himself had been left on death doors and would most certainly have perished if Aurora ad not been present.

Removing a dark grey jacket, it was not needed in the warming temperatures and besides it was swiftly replaced with a set of dark blue robes to hang off his shoulders, silver embroidered trim and hem all freshly cleaned. He had used to wear these to every meeting of the Consilium or order but is unable to recall when or why he stopped. Still the cotton waistcoat and shirt both in black, with buttons of gold and matching trousers would surface to help keep him suitable cool. Cotton breathed or so it was said.

Today there was no plan for grand or risky magic, today was a more back to basics , grounding reminder of the tenants of their order and a rare chance to practice a bit of what they preached. They both had ambitions to rise higher, Aurora having in his mind a better chance of that, he could at least help her prepare for the trials and tests that would involve. And so for now The Moros makes himself comfortable in one the cushioned window alcoves.

Orianna Aurora

[Aurora]

Arriving on time for the meeting, because one is not late for Order business.

She wore her robes once again, under which was a pair of airy dress pants and a tank top, both black. It was her go to color, it was a color that hid blood well, because well, just in case.

Her messenger bag had been upgraded to a leather one and held notebooks and pens. The Grimoire was already tucked away in the wing, she had been doing more studying there lately.

Her footsteps were quiet this time as she wore flats, “Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.” Says the Shaman with a smile as she walks in, setting her bag and coffee down. Then walks to a shelf and takes a book down that was wrapped in a cloth and brings it back to her stuff and sits down, “How have you been?”

[Chambers]

Aurora entry is greeted with a warm smile. "No not at all I just got her myself." The Councilor of the path of ecstasy was to his awareness never tardy in the slightest. "I am aware the grimoire still remains out of our hands but I am not thinking of going after that today." Not after last time. "They know we will be coming and we would be fools to not expect additional defenses or protections and I have same preparations of my own I'd like to make first." oh he had plans and ideas, this would not illude them indefinitely he was certain of that. "Today I thought it would be good to go back to something more basic but equally important." Not every meeting was going to be grand spells and major advancements. "Right exchange is the way we engage the most with other orders, and being skillful at it is expected as we progress through the mysteries." So practice was not a bad idea. "And of course your own role as censor has plenty we can practice." With less chance of death.