Saturn stood there outside of the academy a letter in hand; it was quite late in the night when he had received it. Later still that he had read it and it wasn’t until the day had kissed the sky that he had even considered going. He hadn’t bee sleeping well; hadn’t been eating like he normally pretended that he needed to. He hadn’t even really been ‘faking’ that whole breathing nonsense. He had felt hollow as of late; felt like all the wrong things were going well… wrong. Even the songs of those around him felt strange; like they were worried about something.

But then that raven arrived on the perch outside of his window; pecking away at the painted glass. He’d open for that little bird, trading a treat for it’s gift. It’d fly off and leave him with the letter he held in one hand now. It was an invitation to the Amaforth Academy. Not as a teacher or professor but instead… as a student. By one such Lumikki. His eyes had cracked open to read that line; she was a teacher, a high jarl, a queen among queens, a titan among those that you would consider the sheep of this world.

She was a guardian of a flock all her own and here she was reaching out. Asking him to come and visit, to come and learn. She must have had some kind of idea of what he needed or had found that maybe just maybe he wasn’t doing all that he could as a general. The last time that they had spoken properly he hadn’t been general proper had he? The demon paused outside of the gates to the academy watching some late night patrols. He’d frown slightly and make his way to the dead entry hall. Standing there for a moment and rubbing at his neck.

His times were busy, her times were busy. But they both found time for one another as such was the life of two siblings. He’d read over the little map and make his way through the empty halls. Exploring through it until he came to the door of her office. He didn’t expect her to be there, how could she? He didn’t dress up for the occasion; was there any need to? The slight jostling of his armor, the clank of a new sword on his hip. His hand reached out and he’d knock; slowly pushing the door open before even waiting for a reply…

There was a hushed sadness to him at this point; one that seemed to dwell a little bit too close to his heart.