Dawn of a new era

It’s cold. Bone-chilling to the point that you can’t get warm. But Aedre had to wonder if it was the lack of heat that shivered through her or if it was the fear of not knowing her place in the world around anymore. Of just how far she had to merge to get somewhere or where that safe place was to appear next when she dared to blindly move forward.
It was also constricting. Her chest felt heavy as she strained to see beyond the seemingly solid black walls around me and shadowy passages in this self-created maze of hers. She actually could breathe easier if she closed her eyes— a way that she could control the darkness, instead of it controlling her.
After a few days of the self-training that she was providing herself; while waiting for the encounter with him, Aedre could feel herself growing tired, physically and emotionally. She was trying her very best to be upbeat and optimistic, pushing through like everyone else who surrounded her, but something was surely changing inside of her. It was as though the little inner light that she possessed was being snuffed out by cold, wet fingers of the darkness. Even in the daytime, when the sun was warming the sky, she had this dread looming over her. A dread that niggled in the back of her mind warning her that the darkness needed to be back. She couldn't escape it anymore. All she did was watch the clock tick the daylight hours away, knowing what was inevitably coming.
With lacrima supplied streetlights, brightly lit storefronts and magical vehicles with high and powerful beams, it was no wonder how she had forgotten what true darkness felt like— and how his help had managed to make her understand. Once again.
'Darkness is not a color to describe. It is, to be simply put, not the time of day.' He had said, while gifting it to her.
But for most people it is a state of being. Of being cold and constricted; of being fearful of the unknown around them. And it is a sense of hopelessness of ever having anything better.

"......"

As Harrigan completes his little speech, his shadow would turn and twist in a strange way; before coalescing and taking the form of a human figure. A gentle gust of wind would make its way into the foyer as it'd sweep away the blonde bangs on Aedre's forehead. Her crimson eyes would glance at the countable number of people in the Hall and then turn to look at the man standing beside her.
"Nice speech." She'd state with a slightly sarcastic voice underlying in her frosty voice, as her hand would extend forward and grab the sleeve of Harrigan's coat.
"Master Harrigan will see all of you a little later." The now-blonde would let the members know, trying to sound as polite as possible. Then with a smirk gracing her lips, Aedre and Harrigan both would be seen melting into the shadows.
Tick. Tock.
The second's hand on the clock would change its position twice, as the two Crawfords would appear inside the little office room of the Guild Master. Letting go of the man's coat Aedre will simply proceed to the opposite side of the table. She'll let her hoodie down, letting the blonde hair be brought to light by the fair number of candles in the room. Walking towards the only window in the room she'll simply let her eyes enjoy the vision spread before her by the night sky, before sighing slightly and speaking, "I think its finally time for us to explain our actions. Deeds of the past decade. The things that changed us." She let it out very subtly, but knew that it was enough for the man to understand.
"I give you the honor of beginning, Uncle." She'd end up; using a title that she rarely addressed him with.