[ AW ] Good Morning!

GWYN

A cold wind ran through the den, sending a chill up his spine and startling Gwyn out of sleep, springing to his paws as he gave a sharp bark of surprise. His breath billowed before him in hazy puffs, and looking out he could see a thin layer of snow had fallen across the meadow, the College looming in the distance, bare trees betraying the Arboreum to the world.

A yawn passed his lips and Gwyn settled onto his rump, using a paw to rub at his eyes. The nurses had changed his medicine again, claiming that they wanted him on something a little stronger in the run-up to winter, but so far all the combination had done was make him tired all. The. Time. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he noted just how high the sun was in the sky.

Huh. Didn’t he have class today?

Oh.

Oh.

“Shit!” he yelped, scrambling out and booking it across the meadow, fur sticking at all angles and looking entirely unpresentable - that would have to wait.

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A R Y T H M E T I K

Aryth wandered through the treeline, blinking at the blinding swath of the snow-dusted horizon. It was bright, and cold, and beautiful. Although the scholar deeply preferred Autumn to other seasons, he had to admit there was a sort of charm to winter. It was death, yes, but it was necessary for rebirth—for a chance at new beginnings. Maybe that was something Rionnach desperately needed right now. Aryth paused...then snorted and shook his head at his own lofty thoughts. He’d been having ethereal, philosophical dreams since Samhain, and he couldn’t quite explain it. But it was putting him in an odd mood lately.


Odd in that he wasn’t nervous all the time.


The Junior Professor was actually making his rounds to collect willow bark before the cold touch of winter made it too hard to peel from the trunks. Several long strips hung from his mouth as the lean, earthen-hued male sauntered in the morning light. But he was distracted from his task by a pale shape growing larger in his periphery. He blinked yet again, emerald eyes adjusting to the colors until he realized it was a young boy racing directly toward him. Aryth started with recognition and laid down the willow bark strips at his paws. “Oi! Gwyn, was it…?” he called, slightly hesitant that he’d misremembered the boy’s name. “If you’re running like a madman to get to class on time, it was cancelled. A whole slew of minks rampaged through the herbs, it was a whole debacle.”

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