章 393: Prologue - Syrniki Dreams

"What's up, Donatien?" 

Without even turning around, he discerned the presence of the man who joined him on the high-reaching balcony of the sable tower built for the Hollow Foundation. 

As no walls repelled the unchained winds, his new, all-black cape fluttered by the constant pull of the eccentric air. 

"It's rare for just the two of us to talk, Sirius," Donatien spoke. 

The magenta-eyed man standing near the edge of the balcony, leaning against the intertwined railing, was dressed in a uniform contrasting his old, somber gray garments: spotless and as white as the clouds sailing by, black accents stretched across the perfectly-fitted uniform to match is dark cape. 

Sirius glanced back with a smile, "I'd say there's a natural reason for that: you and I are pretty different." 

He ran his fingers, covered in soft, black fabric, through his black, fluffy locks that were caught in the constant, hissing breeze.