How am I supposed to get better if I don't rest? he complained before he rose from his bed. He surrendered his night to the void, knowing well enough that the soreness would drive him insane if he allowed it to meld with unfocused nothingness. The young galdor moved to his wardrobe, a slight curve cast upon his lips as an idea sprung to mind. He'd never snuck out at night before! Perhaps there was something to explore. And if he got in trouble for being out... then maybe his body would learn its gods-damned lesson! Eirik shifted his weight, raising his shoulders and peeling off his nightshirt. He took a dark, long-sleeved shirt and threw it on instead. Then, he reached towards his collection of jackets. He took with him a dark pullover sweater, following it up with black sweatpants that he'd use in his younger attempts at physical activity. The garments were several inches too small, leaving his wrists and ankles exposed, but he shrugged in indifference before he moved on with his night. He took with him his grimoire and an unlit candle as he made his way out.
The Gioran peeked past his door, vigilant in his efforts to not be seen. He counted himself lucky to be among the Giorans, for in the distance his height might confuse people into believing him older than he really was. So long as they didn't see his face or ask him questions... he might be in the clear. Eirik kept his distance from the wall, allowing the darkness to absorb his visage as the lanterns adorning the walls cast long shadows over the stone floor. The boy's pupils grew wide, and his black-rimmed orbs strained to see in the darkness. Fortunately for the galdor, it looked that no one was in his way. He kept his pace slow, but his posture straight, deciding to remain stealthy, but not obviously so in the event he was spotted.
Non-chalance is key? he questioned as he moved through the hallways. His feet propelled him forward, and there was no general destination in mind until he realized he'd crossed through the campus and to the forefront of the school. In his travels, a loud crack of a snapping twig underfoot was heard, and his efforts at stealth were replaced with the consciously calm and measured step of 'someone who belonged'. Well... non-chalance is key now, isn't it? he decided as he stepped into the Church of the Moon. The galdor kept his face hidden, bowing his head in an effort to seem 'pious' or 'reverent', moving towards the pews for a long moment of prayer before an instinctive desire arose within him.
The Crypts are here, aren't they? I've never been... he thought as the smile, at last, curved his lips. Ashen features faced upwards as the Everine chorus sang out their solemn reverence. It didn't matter if he was spotted now, for surely the choir and their ilk wouldn't dare disturb someone in the midst of worship. As the song continued, the young galdor moved towards the winding staircase, moving with haste until he slipped on the sleek surface of the tile. He hissed, pushing his arms up to protect his head and neck as he tumbled to the floor. His grimoire flew out of his hands, but landed to the floor with a steep thud. In his hands he still held his candle, quite pleased that he maintained his grip on it. The choir stopped for a moment but continued once no one asked for assistance. The Gioran scaled the staircase after he picked up his grimoire, stowing it against the waistband of his pants. He uttered a soft sequence in Monite, igniting the wick of his candle to provide the Gioran with an ample view of the path ahead. Once he completed his spell, he retrieved his grimoire and held it against his ribcage as he continued his slow, poor attempt at stealth in his journey deeper and deeper into the belly of the Crypts.
The Gioran heard murmurs in the distance, and a 'tch' escaped his lips as he extinguished his candle, perturbed by the idea of finding others that might out him as a troublemaker, out of bed past curfew. However courage (or perhaps stupidity?) won out the day, and he refused to leave, eager to continue his sleepless exploration of the place.