Warm, low, amber light floods the Solarium following the small click of a light switch. Life, of a sort, has returned to the Mission Revival House of the Dragons and slowly, it reclaims its former glory. Outside, the inky blue-black is only broken up by tiny pin-pricks of light, each holding court for the Moon's silvery-blue gaze.
Tonight, the Grand Wyrm haunts the halls of the House; a teacher mentally preparing himself for a class and a student wondering what he'll learn tonight. The class itself is on the Courses of Light and Darkness, invitations having filtered through the caucus some time ago. For some, the Courses of Light and Darkness are an antiquated ritual given entirely too much weight. For others, like David Regan, it is an anchor and a psychological assessment. One that the Twilight Dragon considers useful to guide the Unsworn of the Academy.
While David's hands idle themselves with a tarot deck, one of the newest Dragons in the Academy trails.
... And the Solarium, David announces as he moves into the room and finds a place to sit, finishing a tour of the Chapter House. He pauses and removes a small bag of white and black tokens from his pocket, letting the bag settle on the table before he, himself, follows.
Blue is a theme with the Shadow Dragon: a darker blue vest over a sky-blue dress-shirt and finished off with blue and white striped tie in a meek four-in-hand-knot. As David settles, he unconsciously undoes the button at each wrist, rolling the sleeves to his forearm; a gold band on his finger glinting with the movement.
Have you undergone the Courses of Light and Darkness, Supplicant? David inquires curiously, his gaze directed towards his hands.
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