The morning was, for the most part, a calm one. Astyrian had woken up that morning to the bare minimum of bangs, booms, and shrieks, which meant that his charges had either slept in late, which was their wont, or they had managed to get up and get themselves off without disturbing him, which was a rare feat indeed. Of course, the children that were in his charge were quick learners, and they knew what they could get away with and what they couldn't. And seeing as though today wasn't actually a school day - they had rare few of them as it was, and he wasn't about to begrudge anyone having time off - he was glad that there hadn't been any issues he needed to take care of at an ungodly hour of the morning. He was a sun elf, not one of those moon-bathing flower shadows. He shook his head and pushed himself out of bed, moving through his motions of getting ready for the day.
Just because it wasn't a school day for the children in his care didn't mean that they didn't have lessons. This was Zantaric, after all, a lawless place where the strong survived and the weak were eaten. Figuratively, not literally. And it was up to Astyrian to prepare these kids for their futures as murderers and assassins. He wasn't alone of course - he ostensibly ran the school and taught a few classes for appearance's sake - as there were others who taught and cared for the children, others who were part of the same guild he was, who also had a vested interest in ensuring these children, these orphans and unwanted ones, grew up to terrorize the world that had terrorized them.
However, Astyrian had a few things he needed to do first before he devoted his day to the children and their lessons.
He left his chambers and headed down the stairs to the main hall of the giant building that served as home, school, and training ground for the more than two dozen souls that lived within its walls. He greeted those he passed in the halls, teachers and students alike, earning respectful nods or happy "Hello's" and "Good morning's" from them. He replied in kind, and headed out of the school and onto the grounds, pausing as he stepped into a pool of sunlight, closing his eyes and raising his head, basking in the bright golden warmth as though it were a rapturous moment that he didn't want to miss. After a moment, he opened his eyes, the pale gold seeming to glow in the light of the sun. He didn't want to move from this spot, enjoying soaking up the sunlight and allowing it to fill him with vitality he couldn't get anywhere else, not even from the food he consumed. Still, he needed to get a move on with what he was needing to do today, so he reluctantly stepped out of the sunlight and headed toward the borders of the land the school sat upon.
Along with his other duties, Astyrian ensured that the wards he and others had placed around the school's perimeter were still in good shape and hadn't been tampered with in any way, shape, or form. No matter what they were *supposed* to be in the future, children were still children and found numerous ways to get into trouble when there wasn't a responsible adult around to keep an eye on them. Besides that, this was Zantaric, and more than a few enterprising ne'er-do-wells had tried to break the perimeter and spirit off that girl or this boy, or that item or this book, thinking that they might make some money and be able to live in relative comfort. They were deterred pretty quickly by the wards, and if they weren't, then either Astyrian or someone else would be quick behind them to ensure that they would never make a mistake like that again.
So he walked the perimeter, checking the wards, strengthening some and replacing others entirely. His journey brought him back to the front gate of the school eventually, where he unlocked the deadbolt and pushed the gate aside, allowing anyone who wished to enter the grounds. For a time, he stood at the gate, looking down the road that led to the streets of the more populated area, watching people go about their business and their daily lives. Seeing nothing too much of note, Astyrian turned to head back to the school, pausing once more in a puddle of sunlight to soak up the warmth, his eyes closing.