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It was another moonlit night.
Most of the halls bereft of the usual clatter of students steps or spells being fired in the next room. An hour when none but mice stirred about the campus. Even the mid-night oil burning serial cram students had turned in for the evening. In such a scarcely traveled corridor, where not even the magic burning lamps were lit, there wafted soft light from the large windows. In this quiet corridor where no one should have reason to walk this time of evening, echoed the soft footsteps of bare feet on marble.
In a slow meandering procession Nilamani wandered with a dream induced smile. Their eyes half-lidded and gaze hazy as if far away. Aside from the lack of footwear the pillow clutched in their arms was clear evidence of whence they had come. Their hair hanging over one shoulder in a loose braid, in a matching linen sleep shirt and trousers. A wine colored robe of a fluffy material having fallen from their shoulders and draping down their back.
It was a wonder they had somehow managed to pass the dorm monitor in such a state.
Perhaps they had been lax in their duties that evening, or perhaps Nilamani had done this one too many times and they had given up on stopping the slow escape.
The quiet of the still night and the soft patter of their steps was joined by a wistful longing melody. A song half hummed, half muttered a wordless ode to yearning.
Most of the halls bereft of the usual clatter of students steps or spells being fired in the next room. An hour when none but mice stirred about the campus. Even the mid-night oil burning serial cram students had turned in for the evening. In such a scarcely traveled corridor, where not even the magic burning lamps were lit, there wafted soft light from the large windows. In this quiet corridor where no one should have reason to walk this time of evening, echoed the soft footsteps of bare feet on marble.
In a slow meandering procession Nilamani wandered with a dream induced smile. Their eyes half-lidded and gaze hazy as if far away. Aside from the lack of footwear the pillow clutched in their arms was clear evidence of whence they had come. Their hair hanging over one shoulder in a loose braid, in a matching linen sleep shirt and trousers. A wine colored robe of a fluffy material having fallen from their shoulders and draping down their back.
It was a wonder they had somehow managed to pass the dorm monitor in such a state.
Perhaps they had been lax in their duties that evening, or perhaps Nilamani had done this one too many times and they had given up on stopping the slow escape.
The quiet of the still night and the soft patter of their steps was joined by a wistful longing melody. A song half hummed, half muttered a wordless ode to yearning.
