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[b]Raphael[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Sanctum Sanctorum - [b]Tags[/b]: Open
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When his eyes opened again, the fire crackling in the old stone fireplace had died, leaving the room chilly. The window glass had collected frost on the outside, glimmering in the light blue of dawn. The sun hadn't peaked over the skyline yet, but there was a subtle hint of pink in the horizon. Raph groaned as he sat up. His body had worked hard fixing the left over wounds from last night. It had burned through his heavy meal, leaving him hungry yet again.

But that wasn't what was at the forefront of his mind. No, rather a certain wizard lingered in his thoughts. The events of last night had left him feeling...odd. Confused, conflicted, maybe even hopeful. He hadn't felt hopeful in so, so long. 

He climbed out of bed and stretched his arms and wings. The tips of each wing brushed the walls on either side of the room. Once they were tucked back comfortably against his back, Raph slowly ventured out into the hall. The boy was probably still asleep, and his new wizard friend may be as well. But Raph couldn't sit still any more. His head was full of thoughts and his legs needed to move to keep them from overwhelming him. Ideally, he would clear his head in the chilly morning sky. However, hungry as he was, that wasn't a great option. Raph didn't know where they kept food around here, and he didn't know that he could simply ask for it.