As Aurelion left the bench, his steps were calm, but his mind was a beehive. He had succeeded. Controlled energy, sparks... He had pried open the door to his inner potential, and even the scraps of information he'd gleaned from Vespera were drawing a new road map.
But now there was a more pressing problem. He hadn't gone to the Silverfang Clan, but he had to appear as if he had. Especially when Roric returned.
As he walked towards Roric's house,he quickened his pace slightly, as if he were a child returning from a pleasant visit, a little tired but content.
When he reached the heavy oak door, he stopped, took a deep breath, and plastered a smile on his face. He even tried to make the golden glint in his eyes seem more... childlike and curious. He quietly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Sigrid was the first to notice him in the hall. Seeing Aurelion, she stopped her work and walked towards him with a warm smile.
