Damien made his way round the corner and down a hallway that led to a recreational area in the middle of the campus where several students were lazing about, studying, or working on their magic. Walking over to a nearby oak tree, Cacelion sat down on the lawn and leaned back against the trunk as he let his mind wander.

He thought about several things, but the things he thought about most were the Kitsune's recognition of his true nature, he was starting to regret his suggestion to have Samyaza make them so perceptive, and that boys strange aura. He knew that classes were being taught about darkness based magics, but what he sensed in that boy was different. It was...darker, somehow. Letting out a sigh he rested his head against the trunk and stared up into the oaks large branches as his celestial mind became lost in daydreams and musings beyond the comprehension of lesser beings.