Sitting on the edge of the currently scavenged quarry far below the large mansion that inhabited The Dark sat the youngest of Chernobog legacy as the rulers of The Dark. With his legs partially dangling over the side of the steep cliff, it wasn't until he heard the familiar call from the next oldest of the three boys, Cyl, that he reluctantly pushed off the stone ground. Reluctantly dressed to the nines, the youngest sibling bitterly strolled into the home to join the approaching guest, that of whom were seen at the top of the land's class (whilst still being far below his family's own wealth.) In normal Dark fashion, almost everyone was dressed in warm layers to block off the cool and damp air that the caves produced. Dressed in nearly all black and wool, made from the sheep that the citizens had only gotten within the past twenty years, and the occasional silk made from the spiders they also farmed, any citizen of The Light would be shocked at just how well dressed many of The Dark's inhabitants were. Of course, it still wouldn't change their opinions on their way of life. The striking difference between them and the Chernobog family was that they were all dressed in a distinct red. Black dress pants, black button ups, the usual. The difference was their strikingly noticeable maroon coats and scarves. Any color was rare for those of The Dark, since most color was made through plants- that of which The Light had almost complete control over. It was a symbol of elegance to be able to wear the color red, since only one flower could grow underground, that of which gave the fabric its unique color, and said plant only grew besides the mansion. So, when Gethen's father welcomed the classy guest, all eyes locked on the family, Darius, being the next in line, stood close by his father's side. Cyl, on the other hand, was happy to focus his attention on some daughter of the most wealthy mushroom farmer around. Meanwhile, Gethen was off to the side a tad. With his lack of true power, his net worth was far lower than the other two. And, because of this, it took Darius to realize that his brother seemed to want to wander off during the speech. Stopped in his tracks by said man, he was given an increasingly common glare from the next in line and a small bare of his teeth, to put Gethen in his place. Was Darius actually going to hurt his brother? No, of course not. He wasn't that bad of a guy, but he knew that it was the only real way to keep his brother in line without having to make a ruckus and keep the guests oblivious. Once the rather long speech had ended, the guests and Chernobog's alike raised their stone cups in celebration with the mulled wine they often drank on rare occasions. When they weren't drinking the sought out and absolutely adored warm drink, tea was next on the list. Water often tasted very odd, what with the low amounts of sulfur in the water that flowed through the mountain, so people often used the various roots that could spice up both food and the tea- the biggest favorites amongst those of The Dark being licorice root and ginger. Nonetheless, amongst the celebration, Gethen was able to slip out of the party to head immediately upstairs. He had been waiting years to really achieve his plan, and tonight was the perfect night to do it. Immediately shoving things into his duffel bag, he hurriedly switched his noticeable clothing for that more of a simple farmer- basic black pants, a button up black button up, and his favorite grey wool sweater over his coat. Adding the usual scarf and hat combo, he held his bag close to his chest as he silently said goodbye to his family. He wasn't leaving forever, far from it, but even a few days above surface would not only quench his thirst for new things, but hopefully might even help his family understand those from The Light and that they weren't terrible people. After a good four hours of walking it took to get to the entrance of the cave- thanks to the admitting strategic channels that led to various homes and quarries- he had planned out the timing that the guards of the entrance went on break after the many times he was brought to it with his father as a child. With that, he was ready to open his horizons to new things... Though, it certainly wasn't a very good start when he was greeted by blinding light and unfamiliar heat.