(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br/>Name: Anduin Fordring<br/>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br/>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br/>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an over shirt open and jeans<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>Content: Appearing to meet...no one? Someone? Wow the Elders were off.<br/><br/>Anduin sighed a bit as he felt the tug of the summons by the Elders. He had been practicing his sword to help focus his mind after the funeral service for his previous charge. She hadn't been a great witch, but she had been a good one and with his guidance she had become successful in her life. Before leaving her grave he had orbed her favorite necklace to her. One he'd helped create for her, she had liked the runes he had helped her inscribe on it and such. There hadn't been anything romantic between them. He was straight and she was a lesbian. The modern era was certainly interesting that was for sure. However he'd seen things change over his long life so this was just part of this era. He had come here to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to practice. It always helped him after he buried a charge, regardless of how they passed on. Then he'd gotten the call. "Well that's fast. Normally I'd get a day to myself before they call me in for the next gig." he remarked with a light chuckle before orbing away.<br/><br/>So he had gotten his next assignment, guiding Roslyn Mitchel-Halliwell. Wow that was something he hadn't expected, but that was the way this job worked. He'd been given the task to meet the newest charge and help watch over her. Each of the Halliwell children was powerful enough in their own right to deserve their own individual Whitelighter. So they had sent him on his mission to meet with them tonight of all nights. He then materialized inside the attic of the famous Halliwell mansion. Only no one was here? Wait what? Wasn't someone suppose to be here? He turned his eyes skyward. "Um...guys I think you messed up the timing. You know wrong turn at Albuquerque? Just saying." he said with a light chuckle in his voice. Yeah he sometimes liked to make a few jokes at their expense.<br/><br/>He shook his head as he held out his hand. "Ocarina." he said before it appeared in his hand. He smiled at the worn age of the wooden instrument. One of his charges had taught him how to play it and had given him the finely made little flute as a gift. He would play it ever now and again just because it was a great way to pass the time. So he looked around the room and smiled when he saw an old chair off in the corner. He settled into the plush cushion of the older piece of furniture. "Mmm this is nice." he said. Ever since the modern era had come along and by that he meant within the last eighty years he'd come to like their chairs. This one was an older one but it still had enough life left in it. Though he could tell it had been used for baby duty more than a few times. At least that's what he assumed several of the stains on it had come from anyway.  He smiled again as he put to the flute his lips and slowly began to play a little tune.