Ilvermorny

The Sun was nearly already set and from what he could see Sylvain was the only one walking near the lake. He took a brief pause to readjust his pack and observe the lights vanish into the lake's mists.

After a deep breath he walked closer to the forest and took a place under a tree to sit. He laid himself back against it and got 'herbs' out for his pipe.

He had his own type of magic to explore.

The evening sky was as clear as the coast of the lake so Sylvain doubted he would be interrupted in his contemplation now.

Inhaling deeply from his pipe, he closed his eyes to give all his attention to the unseen around him when he finally released the smoke from his lungs.

The first thing to touch him was the world's shadow stepping in to reclaim what the light chose to leave behind once again. It was cool today but he was not surprised for this was the time of year when the north wind began to regain the strenght of it's youth, slowly it's breath would permeate the land.

The daylight was still strong enough to hold the cold down but the sun would begin it's death soon.