[For Steerpike] Watches in their hands and shouting "Hey!"

[silvereyedphage]

It might be some early autumn afternoon, perhaps the day before the night of the full moon, and in the usual room which he uses to train his apprentice in the ancient arts, where he's already traced out a simplified containment circle on the floor, Muraki is awaiting his student

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[not_snake_bite]

He comes, slightly disheveled, possibly straight out of Morgana's bed. He's been falling so hard into her,that even his quest for power seems to be on hold.

He has a motivation now, though - and that might be why he literally is running in.

"I'm so sorry, Master."

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki's annoyance changes to polite amusement, and a smirk might quirk the corners of his mouth. "Late rising, Master Steerpike? that's highly unusual for you," he says, tsking. "Were you up late exploring the darker corners of the library, or were you exploring something else, with a lovely companion?" he adds. He was tempted to ask if the youngster had been attempting the Great Rite In True Form, but he decides against that.

[not_snake_bite]

Steerpike decides not to answer (his indiscretions have been sufficiently publicized of late), and instead redirects his mentor's attention to the present moment.

"My apologies for making you wait," he says hastily. "What have we to work on today?"

[silvereyedphage]

Something's up, but Muraki decides it's not worth pursuing, for now. Or perhaps he can tease out the information along the way. "It's time you learned the art of veiling, something that I believe you, with your facile mind and your astute nature, would be an adept at crafting."