Strolling casually on N St toward the Museum, Miach was enjoying the lengthening of days and the end of winter. He only wore casual jean denims and a shirt with a jean jacket, without any adornment but his faithful silver stethoscop hidden close to his chest. On his back was his bag along with some coffee and a chocolate and pear cake. The Enchanter had always been the kind to enjoy a pleasant and comfortable weather, and the wind on his face was a great feeling. Before entering the Museum, he paused and watched the lightplay on its facade, which made the building look noble and proud. Fitting.
Tonight was another session with Aenigma, and he hoped to prove the Warlock that his progress was no fluke, but a genuine understanding of those Real Laws that governed Space. He walked in resolutely, a confident smile on his face.