Milo stretched and embraced the morning sun as it pierced the night sky. As he descended from the sky, he eyed the guild hall of Errings Rising, somewhat familiar with the terrain. The atmosphere warmed the lower he flew and eventually he landed on the guild steps. He had walked here once before, unsure if anyone even knew who he was. He had visited some time ago only to officially join and receive his mark, but never stuck around to meet the guild's members. As the sun rose and illuminated the land, his features became more visible. His hair was a dark shade of purple with a silver streak and speckled with white, and his ghostly blank eye was piercing even in the dark. Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he had been within the boundaries of Earthland, as he had been traveling the stars for more time than he could remember. Upon his arrival, the guild was sparsely populated, and Milo began to wonder if he came to the right place. He found his reflection in a window and straightened himself out, dusting off the ice that had been collecting on his shoulders from space, and brushing the hair from his face.
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