[Day 51; 5:24am]
He had deliberately avoided the homecoming the night before, knowing that his presence would do nothing but dampen the celebratory mood that pervaded the castle. This celebration they deserved, and he had far too many concerns to allow himself the frivolity even if he would have been welcome.
It was not that he had much that required his direct attention, a fact that made him more uncomfortable than he cared to admit. After centuries of looking over things, he had to continually remind himself that he could not be everywhere any longer. And that reminder brought concerns of its own. Another thought to be pushed aside for another hour.
Unable to prevent the faint frown that marred his brow, he rose from the warmth of the bed without bothering to dress. The light that came through the window was faint, and he spent a moment staring out and enjoying the early hush. Stretching the kinks from his back, he turned and slipped on his dressing gown. At such an hour, he thought it likely that the baths would be deserted, and there was no better place to think.
He gathered his clothes, and paused long enough to smile faintly at the still occupied bed, smoothing the blankets back into place. Then, he stepped into the hall, letting his thoughts churn without seeking to direct them. At times, the best solutions are those not forced into being.
[OOC: I know he's up very early, but open to anyone that wants to catch him in the halls or in the baths.]
It was not that he had much that required his direct attention, a fact that made him more uncomfortable than he cared to admit. After centuries of looking over things, he had to continually remind himself that he could not be everywhere any longer. And that reminder brought concerns of its own. Another thought to be pushed aside for another hour.
Unable to prevent the faint frown that marred his brow, he rose from the warmth of the bed without bothering to dress. The light that came through the window was faint, and he spent a moment staring out and enjoying the early hush. Stretching the kinks from his back, he turned and slipped on his dressing gown. At such an hour, he thought it likely that the baths would be deserted, and there was no better place to think.
He gathered his clothes, and paused long enough to smile faintly at the still occupied bed, smoothing the blankets back into place. Then, he stepped into the hall, letting his thoughts churn without seeking to direct them. At times, the best solutions are those not forced into being.
[OOC: I know he's up very early, but open to anyone that wants to catch him in the halls or in the baths.]