Rhys stood beside Gracyn looking more annoyed as the seconds ticked by. Both men wore long white robes to cover them, all the Guardians did.
Rhys’s hair was long and black, the same as his beard, though at his temples the hair that grew there was pure white in color. His amber eyes seemed to flash with intelligence, though his face was sunken with old age. His lips always seemed to be in a thin, angry slant.
The other Guardian, however, seemed to be only about 30 or so in age with salt-and-pepper colored short hair that was trimmed nicely to go with a thin goatee around thin lips. Brilliant green eyes looked down at his phone with kindness; this man wasn’t yet hardened by his position and it showed in the softness of his voice and gaze.
“Rue’s going to be joining us late as well,” the one named Gracyn said finally. His phone buzzed again in his hand before he closed it and slipped it into one of the many pockets hidden in his robes.
“It’s about time he let us know. Arrogant if you ask me.”
Gracyn’s thin lips turned into a patient smile as he looked back up at Rhys. “He’s got a lot on his plate, Rhys. Give the kid a break.” Before the Guardian could muster up another rude response, those kind green eyes turned to the mass of teenagers that were just being summoned into the room. Some looked shocked, a lot upset, and it was his job to calm them down.
Arms opened, Gracyn slowly took a step towards the kids. They’d appeared in a pure white room with no definite features such as doors or windows. Something about the hall seemed otherworldly, which was sure to throw some of the Harbingers off. “Welcome. As I understand it, most of you are aware of your status as Divine Harbingers, am I correct?” He offered the youngest of them, a girl with brightly colored rose hair and young eyes the gentlest smile he could manage. “I’d like to personally answer any questions you have, and help you along your journey. My name is Gracyn the Whole, but you don’t have to call me by my title. What are your names?”