Night fell over the Chapter House like a mica-spangled shroud. The night was clear, the remnants of another beautiful day in Sacramento. Outside, the lake flowed around itself and a pea-green bike sat perched next to the back-entrance.
Though the Academy lacked a Convener, there was still a need to meet every once and a while. Reason enough for David to take it upon himself and call his Fellow Dragons together. For those who know him well, David was probably the least likely to have done so. But, the Mortician did it out of a sense of duty and need for the Order's version of normality rather than anything else.
The second floor library has been reorganized for the informal meeting to discuss various studies and projects, to take questions and give answers, and to do all of this as comfortably as possible. David's dark brown blazer was draped over a chair and the sleeves of his shirt beneath a brown vest, were rolled to his elbows.
A pair of gold cufflinks sat placidly on a table nearby.
David checked his watch.
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