fandomhighdorms | Roof, Tuesday dawn

He had told Karal when he left that he was going to try more noon and less dawn rituals, but this time it felt important to follow the traditions.

Dean set up the small brazier, waiting until the sky had grown appreciably lighter before he started the ritual, the Karsite words rolling effortlessly off his tongue. He'd timed it just right, reaching the part where he lit a match and dropped it in the tinder just as the sun touched the horizon, it's greater light reflecting off the small one he'd created.

There was a metaphor there that he was probably meant to think about, but he put that aside from later. What mattered now was the familiar Presence surround him and the way It made it easier to let go of the things that had happened over the weekend. Feeling Vkandis like this left Dean as always humbled and awed and a little giddy. This time he could throw in another word as well: cleansed.

The Presence gradually faded back to the normal background level Dean was used to, but he stayed where he was, waiting for his fire to burn out and watching the sun rise on a new day, relishing in the peace he always felt after a ritual like this.

[ooc: establishy but open as roofs are]