Topaz hues focused ahead of him as he and his acquaintance, Katherine, made way to his quarters. He said nothing to her as they walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Basilisk Fang fortress. The cold stone that surrounded them became so familiar to the raven haired youth, knowing every crack, crook, and cranny of this fortress. He had so much time to lurk and wander about these desolate halls, it was only expected that it become so homely to him.
Ahote ambled down the corridor in silence, mind jogged with thought as it usually was. His eyes drifted down to the stone floor in which they both walked, breathing quietly, softly. So I guess I'm in charge of her now. I've tasked myself with this duty and I must see it through, I musn't disappoint Mom. If those cries and all the pain associated with this initiation is what I must endure in order to grow, it is but a small sacrifice of my innocence.
Not that I have been innocent for the longest while, now. If it is death I must witness in order to become useful, to protect my guild, my family, my parents. . . then I can. . . no, I must
endure it, grow used to it, grow to use it. It's. . . I hope I can. . . I. . . he thought to himself, but before he could finish his complete thought, a familiar door to an even more familiar room came into view. His room, it was, and the pair approached it.
A cold, fleshed hand wrapped around the metal knob of his room's door, Ahote twisted it and pushed inwards, revealing the chaos that was his dorm. Stacks of books, scattered documents layering the floor to a point where one must dig through them to see the actual floorboards, several unlit, wax candles on a shelf. Surprisingly, it was a very clean room. Not a speck of dust, no stains, no dirt or any other grime. The raven haired youth turned to face Katherine with a tired expression, running his metal digits through his threads, "Well, this is it.
Don't move anything, I find this chaos soothing." He entered the room, stepping over piles of books and documents, into his seat stationed next to his large, wooden desk, "You'll be sleeping here until I can find you somewhere to stay. You'll be sleeping in my bed as long as you don't soil it. But don't get too comfortable, I want you out of here as soon as possible. A week at most is how long you'll be staying in this room. Are we clear?" He queried with scrunched brows.