Silas offered a friendly smile and stepped closer to the younger guardian. As he closed the gap between Arael and himself, he pulled back the sky blue hood of his flight gear to seem less like a stranger in the late afternoon light. Most days were predictable, so on skirmishing days he wore light armor from head to toe and on calmer days he wore silk. Today had been surprisingly unpredictable, and by the end of the day he knew it was too busy for plain cloth and yet still too flight-filled for light armor. So, before he dove down for the day he assumed the potential for both extremes and met in the middle with the closest thing to all-purpose gear he owned.

The cloth shirt and leather pants insulated mildly during free fall yet breathed comfortably on land―and they were so soft. The V-neck was as deep in the back as in the front, making for comfortable wing materialization and sealing. The hood was just the right size to fit without strangling, and the dense leather point at the front helped it stay in position during free fall―whether against his goggles or behind his neck. (In contrast, his other hoods flapped horribly in the wind without an ounce of grace.) It was taxing to continuously materialize and de-materialize assets, so on missions with extensive ranged combat the leather strap on the front was helpful for when Silas needed to clip on an entire materialized quiver of arrows. Similarly, on missions with extensive ground combat he could clip his materialized katana sheath onto the side without pulling the side of his pant leg to the floor. All the while, the hand guards protected his fingers against prolonged arrow, string, and grip handling of either weapon. On the whole, Silas got the most use out of the attire and wore it and its scrub-like siblings throughout a range of assignments.

As his brief fashion daydream came to an end, Silas shook away the dark strands of hair that had collected in front of his shoulders earlier. His grin turned sheepish and he glanced away. "I thought I could find you earlier but forgot you had no training today so I wasn't looking in the right places."

Silas fixated on the younger guardian again and turned to lead Arael toward the Highrose quarters. "Shall we head to the lounge? Oh." He mentally kicked himself for forgetting. "Anders is running about half an hour late so we can start without him. We can stop on the first floor common lounge for coffee if you want a stronger refreshment. Alternatively we can head straight to the second floor where it's quieter and there are more options for tea. Which would you prefer?"