[center][h2]Mendings and Mornings[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Tracyarmav[/i][/center]
[center]Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren[/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center]

[color=8882be][i]Calder woke and rose, a little before the sun, as was his habit. He spent the first waking hour practicing his spell-craft. He was more testing theoretical limits than his own capabilities at this point, having spent the better part of five centuries studying his chosen fields of magic. His skills with water magic complemented his healing abilities very nicely, and on occasion the inverse was equally true, though that was rare. His father, a water elemental, bestowed upon Calder a special talent with water magic. His mother, a fae skilled in regeneration and other healing magics taught him much of those arts in his formative years. Then it was off to court and the lashing thorns of fae politics and social structuring. Those years had been difficult indeed, and they were responsible for much of Calder's personality today. Today... yes, back to todays tasks, the history lesson can wait for another ebbing tide. 

Today Calder intended to visit his latest patient. A woman named Ludelle. She had recently been broken out of south gate prison by Calder and several other knights of the Tower of Stars. Her ordeal had not been pleasant, and some of that discomfort had been caused by one of the newest knights of the Tower, Calder's half brother Sirius Dylan. Sirius of course had his reasons and alibi, all lined up and in good order, but his motives were as polluted and degenerate as any old industrial wastes bog. Still, that too was now history, and today Ludelle should be doing quiet well, physically anyway. The rest would take a bit more time to mend, but Calder had reason to believe that they would in fact mend, even with his corrupting half-brother around. 

Calder left his room, and moved quickly through the halls, his long legs moving quickly and taking great strides to move his full mass with surprising speed. Weaving through the other pedestrian traffic in the halls this morning, with the graceful agility of a fae born, he arrived in the dining hall, and consumed a hearty and oddly normal breakfast with most of his fellow Knight Captains. Gathering a tray of breakfast and several cups of various beverages, he carefully slipped it into one of the several pockets in his thick leathery shorts. The tray vanished, and the pocket didn't so much as bulge, despite a significant disparity in comparative volumes. With breakfast seen too, Calder moved on to visiting his "patient." She wasn't a patient, in the sense that she lay in a med center awaiting his arrival, so much as she was someone who needed mending, and he was seeing to her mending. 

Arriving at her door, Calder knocked three times, and awaited her response, before entering the room and closing the door behind him. Carefully he removed the tray of breakfast from his pocket and arranged the foods and beverages around the woman he had been tasked with mending. He said nothing while he worked. When he was done, he stepped back, and greeted the woman, a tad formally.[/i][/color]

[color=8dc73f][b]"Good morning Knight Glowren. Did you sleep well this night past?"[/b][/color]