Room 322, Tuesday Evening

Anders had a few days off between Rand's class and his other two, and it unsettled him. He never knew quite what to do with longish stretches of free time. The Circle scheduled every minute for Apprentices, and even a year of freedom hadn't broken him of that nagging sense he should usually be doing something.

Today he had filled the gap with a trip to the mainland, which explained the new t-shirts and shorts he was sorting through on his bed. He liked Demon Marcus perfectly well (especially if he ignored the name) but sometimes it was just nice to get away and see people he didn't see every day. He'd had lunch in a little cafe, bought the clothes and a ridiculous epic novel or two, and thoroughly enjoyed the miniature escape. Maybe next time he'd even want company.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]