Clark lounged on the floor of the house he had built himself. He had placed it well away from any other building, the general attitude towards his showing up out of nowhere ensuring that he chose his actions carefully. He had come as a Fae with fully fledged Stage III wings, alone and just before losing his wings. he'd built this house with his own hands, a copy of the one he'd built after first joining the pod of Regana'Hier. When the pod was joined by a new whale, he'd built this house and then turned his wings in to Daedalus so they could give it to a new fae. All he had left of his life before was the sword, something he'd picked up during a stay in another pod. It hung on a pair of hooks next to his long black and red coat.He'd been up since before the dawn, having performed the dozens of small tasks to maintain his humble house and garden.

He sat up, tugging open the collar of his shirt and gazing out through one of the windows set high in the wall. He'd heard that they would be heading into a cloud soon. At least he would only have to bear with this heat for another day. In the north entering a cloud would mean hours of removing ice from buildings and tools with hatchets and hammers, storing the ice inside to melt for water. things were easier here, they just collected it in reservoirs. Steering his thoughts away from the past, he stood up and grabbed his coat and sword, hanging the former off of the butt of the latter. Taking a last moment to tuck his gloves into the back pocket of his pants, Clark climbed the stairs up to the surface.

The house was built below ground level, keeping it cool during the hot months. It was quite small, only being as large as he had time to build during his last few days of being Fae. Despite living on Era'Thet since it first joined the pod and being with the pod for nearly a decade now, he was still seen as an outsider, having only gained a small measure of trust from the people that had been there before him. He was happy enough that they had trusted him enough to help train their own Fae, having recognized the usefulness of having an experienced Coordinator.

The sun beat down on his dark hair as he walked towards the Daedalus headquarters. He skirted the center of town, avoiding as much of the crowd as he could. it took him nearly a full half hour to reach the building. Stopping around a corner nearby, he threw the coat on, belted on the sword, and pulled the gloves over his hands. Clark covered the rest of the distance with an air of confidence, stepping quickly and appearing to be unbothered by the heat. He opened the door with a smile on his face. He was happy to see that Doe and Overture had already arrived. Glancing at each in turn, he made eye contact with Kairn.

"Good morning Commander."