"Oh? You cook? I'll look forward to it, then," Felih says with a smile, relaxing as he finishes up his braid, tying it off with a ribbon before he takes a standing stretch. "That sounds good. Let's head on over, then. The first proper morning after the first proper night. It'll be nice not to have to deal with blinding light when we're trying to sleep."
With that, the mage is dressed and ready to go, preened and clean and at least ready to face the day. (As they leave, he swears he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in their room, but... it must have been his imagination.)
Off to the tower, and then Felih makes his way up the old path to the Ocular, remembering his summons, and hoping that this time he'll be able to get more information out of the reclusive Exarch.
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Date: 2020-11-06 04:52 am (UTC)With that, the mage is dressed and ready to go, preened and clean and at least ready to face the day. (As they leave, he swears he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in their room, but... it must have been his imagination.)
Off to the tower, and then Felih makes his way up the old path to the Ocular, remembering his summons, and hoping that this time he'll be able to get more information out of the reclusive Exarch.