Vine Draped Stones

With his exchanges between Borias and Seven done and hunger sated, Rayios headed back towards the castle. There were other slaves here, and he wasn't just content with meeting only one today. By now, the sun was beginning to set, draping the land in soft orange hues tinted purple. Long shadows rested beside the tall, nature-claimed castle, the floors littered with cracks from grasses and other plants as they crept around. He wasn't yet familiar with this place, opting to take a slow and careful approach to exploring. The castle was larger than he thought. Most rooms were empty, but some still had relics of a time he knew nothing of. Objects the young teen had never seen before, but was starting to feel the importance of knowing. He wanted to make sure he was safe.

Eventually the unfamiliar scent of another slave would lead him to their particular room. A female, by the scent of it. He walked slower as he neared the entrance to the room, calling out a simple “Hello?” the tone halfway between being stern and being casual, his domineering nature mixing with his passive demeanor.