August 31th, 1894 (around 1am in the morning) — the hallway to Prof. Griffith's office
Samuel was taking account of what was left of the festivities nearing one hour after midnight. A number of people, more than he had expected to endure to this hour, were still dotted throughout the Alchemy classroom and his offices. He bid his farewell to Etienne — "Adieu, mon cher ami. Que les étoiles veillent sur toi jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre," the Frenchman murmured, and Samuel was sorry to see him go.
He was not drunk, but had been drinking along with conversation and everything else that had transpired throughout the night. It must have been a relevant amount, but he did not feel blurred or heady. He felt wide awake still, and alert.
To this late hour, the dark sky outside took on a different quality. He had always thought so. Going from window to window, he opened them to let in the fresh air. It carried the smell that belonged only to summer nights.
There was a hallway that led from his office to the personal rooms that he had left open to the visitors so they might have a quiet place to enjoy the views over the castle grounds. The window in this hallway was very large and ideally situated.
When he entered to open it, he saw a figure standing there that he recognized as Professor Lyra. Pleased to see that she was still around and had not left in the Irish fashion, he approached.
"Themis. Looking for the stars? Or just for a moment of quiet?"
Samuel pushed the wooden frames of the windowpanes out and peered at the sky. It was a clear night.
The cold lights above were visible in all their splendor.
He was not drunk, but had been drinking along with conversation and everything else that had transpired throughout the night. It must have been a relevant amount, but he did not feel blurred or heady. He felt wide awake still, and alert.
To this late hour, the dark sky outside took on a different quality. He had always thought so. Going from window to window, he opened them to let in the fresh air. It carried the smell that belonged only to summer nights.
There was a hallway that led from his office to the personal rooms that he had left open to the visitors so they might have a quiet place to enjoy the views over the castle grounds. The window in this hallway was very large and ideally situated.
When he entered to open it, he saw a figure standing there that he recognized as Professor Lyra. Pleased to see that she was still around and had not left in the Irish fashion, he approached.
"Themis. Looking for the stars? Or just for a moment of quiet?"
Samuel pushed the wooden frames of the windowpanes out and peered at the sky. It was a clear night.
The cold lights above were visible in all their splendor.
--- Themis Lyra ---
