A light but near constant stream of tapping echoes through the vast halls as Gildor cautiously explores. The sound comes from the end of a thin wooden cane, held in one hand while his other trails along the walls. Walls that are high and ornately carved in places, and he moves slowly take in the shapes. So unlike the smooth papered walls he's used to - wonderful, though he's not sure if he likes this place yet. It is half of where he comes from, yet he's been away from it for so long he has no memory of it.
The wall gives way to a room, and he enters - aimless and shameless in any possible intrusion he's making. It's nice to just walk after being cooped up on a ship for so long, even if it's a cautious walk. Gildor doesn't yet know the layout of their host's home, and this is the best way to learn, despite his master's wishes and watchful eye. He managed to slip away even before the proper greetings were to be made, just to get a head start on mapping the rooms out, but it's turning out to be more than what he bargained for. He's horribly lost, horribly late, and horribly warm.
His fingers find another doorway and he enters this one too, certain he's wandering in circles now. Though this one seems occupied - there was a sound that went silent when he came around the door.
"Hello?" he asks, unsure in tone to mask that he knows someone else is there.
insert pretty picture of a palace interior here
A light but near constant stream of tapping echoes through the vast halls as Gildor cautiously explores. The sound comes from the end of a thin wooden cane, held in one hand while his other trails along the walls. Walls that are high and ornately carved in places, and he moves slowly take in the shapes. So unlike the smooth papered walls he's used to - wonderful, though he's not sure if he likes this place yet. It is half of where he comes from, yet he's been away from it for so long he has no memory of it.
The wall gives way to a room, and he enters - aimless and shameless in any possible intrusion he's making. It's nice to just walk after being cooped up on a ship for so long, even if it's a cautious walk. Gildor doesn't yet know the layout of their host's home, and this is the best way to learn, despite his master's wishes and watchful eye. He managed to slip away even before the proper greetings were to be made, just to get a head start on mapping the rooms out, but it's turning out to be more than what he bargained for. He's horribly lost, horribly late, and horribly warm.
His fingers find another doorway and he enters this one too, certain he's wandering in circles now. Though this one seems occupied - there was a sound that went silent when he came around the door.
"Hello?" he asks, unsure in tone to mask that he knows someone else is there.