![]() “I conducted another fortune this morning.” she said. The spotlight shone on the only one of the four who wasn't seated, a young woman, standing over the symbol of a hourglass that was engraved onto the wooden floor. They descended into their base of operations and took their seats. He invited Fabien to go before him, his own stature too wide and the steps too narrow to let them pass one another. ![]() He began down the stairs, swooshing his cape over his shoulders, the armor on his arms and legs clattering with each steps. “She won't like it if you are late again.” “Svolty said we couldn't begin without you.” he said. The younger boy shrugged, not the least bothered by the reminder. He could see him basking in the glow of the glass cage. “I told you not to follow me here, Fabien.” Though his helmet lacked any sort of hole for his eyes, he could see someone coming to meet him. He turned his back to it when he thought he heard footsteps behind him, loud in the echo of the aurora-like spirals circling the room. He gave the enchanted glass a symbolic punch, then regretted it, as he felt his hand ache under his steel gauntlet. To say this irritated him would be an understatement. It so close proximity, yet it remained so far from his reach. ![]() He was peering through it with no hope of seeing anything tangible. The man was leaning against the glass cage on top of the stairs.
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