— moonlight's glint and broke upon them. A soft wind tickling his cheeks and messing his blue hair. There were only few moments, where he—

— let his guard fall down and his thoughts wander off. The sky looked exactly the same as it was over there. This was nothing he could—

— fight, the steady wish to be at two places at the same time. His eyes wandered to a place he knew well and even here he could hear the—

— voices of this noisy guild. A smile sneaked up his face, making the sad expression disappear. Oh, he loved this place, he really did.—

— Maybe it would be time to show him to them. A weak excuse for what will happen soon, he then thought, but he wanted to. He shook—

— his head, no. Now was not the time to become more involved with this guild. He had other things to worry about than his comrades. Again—

— he watched the stars glimmer palely in the sky, where the moon enthroned in his cold light. Somehow he compared himself with the night—

— sky. A cynic grin showed up in his face, as he realized what he was thinking about. Like the moon and the stars, eh? As he stood up-・

— his staves made a clacking noise. He flinched. That was not like him at all, to be this jumpy. He sighed heavily, rubbing his tired face—

— with his hand. All he had to do now was putting on his mask and walk back to his apartment. Even though he knew that, he couldn't turn—

— away his eyes from that very building that gleamed brightly into the dark night. His pupils widened as he remarked something he had not—

— until now. He felt a warm touch in his heart as he looked at the guild, again, feeling warmth. A rather shy smile appeared on his face.—

— Maybe it was time to go there and apologize, apologize for not being a better member. Suddenly a cold vibe crossed his body. There it—

— was. He put on his mask and disappeared into the woods, leaving nothing but a bit of mist behind him. It seemed that today was not the—

— day either. He regretted it, as he did often, but he had no choice. Either it was him not properly knowing his guild or it would mean—

— suffering for other people. With that in mind he was able to fight.

"Another day.. Need to check on the progression."

The male unsheathed himself from the layers of cloth and slid out of his bed. Taking a fee seconds before finally standing up right m, he—

—he adeptly stayed silent and headed into the washroom. Finishing his morning duties and routines that roughly rounded around thirty—

—minutes or so.