with the fact that he didn't really want to go to Tenor at all. He went home, bemused. It had been a pretty long time since he'd left Low conclusively, that is, found himself outside of the boundaries of Quartzal. Quartzal was the only place where truelight ever really touched Low, and even then it only did so at a specific point at the very end and edge of dawn, limning the rhombohedral roofs.

He tried to count exactly how long it had been, twisting the little ring of rami around his finger, and after a while gave up. It was said of many in Low that they lost perception of time; apparently it'd happened to him too. Or else he'd lived here long enough that he was comfortable using this excuse as his very own.

In any case -- going to Tenor would definitely be a step up from being in Low. Not as far a step as being in High, but there was definitely truelight in Tenor. The idea of being touched by it made him a little nervous — as if he too would burn at the touch of truelight, like a dragon!

Ridiculous.

Still, he had to do something...