The sky was a beautiful blue, that day, with billowing clouds taller than the eye could see. Soaring among them had become a pastime for Aven, as of late, though that only added to the annoyance stirring in his guts. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the pearly white railings of his family's yacht, his eyes scanning what should have been the a wondrous sight: Amber Island, his destination for the conclusion of his small detour from Wizarding. He'd sent the message a few days prior, assuming that he would've been on the island at least a day before; however, a storm had rolled in that held his ride fast in the harbor, and considering how perturbed Aven already was with the disappearance of his Radiance Magic, it'd been one straw too many for his patience. He made it a point to always be on time, and given it was already almost Noon, he only had an hour to get from the port to Dies Irae's guild hall. Here's hoping the Guild Hall is easy to find, I suppose.
Before the boat had even docked, Aven had disappeared off of the bow, resorting to teleportation to ensure he was timely. Luckily, the Guild Hall was more than evident, a massive domed building in the highlight of the small port town ahead, massive banners sporting the Guild's emblem sticking out from the granite structure. Grey.. how fitting. After a short while of blinking here and there, Aven arrived close to the entrance, his white suit regaining its pearly sheen as he deactivated his abilities. Sauntering up to the door, it didn't seem as though there was any kind of knocker... with a small exhale, Aven kept a calm and composed gait, silently entering the massive hall. His eyes scanned the expansive room, hoping to spot that familiar, gentlemanly figure he'd met those years ago.
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[Word Count: 314.]
[Word Count Total: 314.]
Before the boat had even docked, Aven had disappeared off of the bow, resorting to teleportation to ensure he was timely. Luckily, the Guild Hall was more than evident, a massive domed building in the highlight of the small port town ahead, massive banners sporting the Guild's emblem sticking out from the granite structure. Grey.. how fitting. After a short while of blinking here and there, Aven arrived close to the entrance, his white suit regaining its pearly sheen as he deactivated his abilities. Sauntering up to the door, it didn't seem as though there was any kind of knocker... with a small exhale, Aven kept a calm and composed gait, silently entering the massive hall. His eyes scanned the expansive room, hoping to spot that familiar, gentlemanly figure he'd met those years ago.
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[Word Count: 314.]
[Word Count Total: 314.]