But the Negaverse wasn't school, he knew.
Umber warned him that he would seek training through many, and that the initial brunt of it would be arranged for him. Faustite recieved dates and times and locations at which he needed to show up, and after his first meeting with Chrysocolla, sought to prioritize such occasions over his homewor. He liked it seldom, preferring to remove himself over instigating confrontation, but Umber allowed for no compromise on this. He would seek Witherite tonight and learn how to drain energy effectively. Perhaps, in addition, he would nearn to pull starseeds. Umber aimed for it, yet Faustite found no joy in cutting a story short.
To let a thread grow long is to tangle it, he reminded himself. Such thoughts helped little.
But Faustite showed as he was bid, and waited upon the abandoned storefront where shattered windows gaped at their opposition. Much of the street remained dark where their lamps no longer functioned. Stars still vanished from the sky in the errant light polution. He looked out like the storefront, but found nothing moving beyond the array of rooftops facing him. He felt nothing at all, really, save for the chill of a whipping breeze. If Witherite elected to show, Faustite wondered if he would approach in the way that Umber often did - if he would appear in the matter of a blink.
For now, he could watch the derelict parts of the city where only misfortune roamed. He thought of the slumped figures he witnessed. He considered how the gem in Umber's hand glimmered incessantly, much like the stars that cloaked themselves. Much like the jewels often strung about his mother's neck, resting on that very same part of her body.
And he thought, what a fascinating night.
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