Note:[/size] Months had passed, the seasons briskly going in the time of your last arrival. And whilst your desires to find closure were more potent then ever, it seemed times you would take conference in meeting- The stallion, Wolfbane was nowhere to be seen. Afterall, it was never difficult to spot a barreling white coated stallion with a pompadour-esque mane. But your spirit deemed to be unwavering. So time and time again you come over to check, until one fateful day. You notice something ...

[br] Time had come to past since your last visit, which that exodus left several questions left unanswered. Yet with your obstinate meddling, you returned. Just as the prior path you walked before was still fresh in the banks of your retrospection, you would only hope that your inquisitive mentality would not vex your guide. A 'click' of hooves scuffled along the cobblestone of the bridge as the Atrium's distance drew near. Course, in your greeting it seemed that the Quilladon was absorbed in a...

[br] Along the empty, dark, and long hallways of the Corridor, bared of dark marble columns enriched of the Earth's dust that kissed its stone. Clothed in elder hunter green vale that were refined of their antique age and smelled of rustic pine, as well, a scent that felt... Other worldly. The whistling howls in the cool cambering Shiloh of what Wolfbane would claim as his studyhall. Far from the grand library of Canterlot, assuring to keep its distance from the hierarchy; Day in and out, for m...