road to transformation

The entrance is large enough that she doesn't have to stoop. If she'd settled her quills, Gil could probably walk in alongside her, but she was content to have him follow. A reminder. Subtle, she was showing him around after all. They walked past spaces large enough to be called storage, tunnels sloping down, passages worn into almost stairs leading up. Castletown had their crumbling walls, but this mountain would stand far longer than that. “Cells, slave quarters,” she gestured with a tip of her head “Things you don't mind drowning if it floods.” But rather than taking him down to look around, she moved up, tunnels branching off to good sized quarters for those who earned them, but still she continued to climb, light from the moon filtering in, illuminating the charred stains on the walls from long removed torches. Finally, she reached her destination.

Moving into the large room, she flopped down, paws dangling over the edge of what would pass for a window, settling her quills enough to make room for Gilgamesh if he chose to join her. “They were creatures of the night, so it's set to face the sunset,” They still had some hours left before the sun chose to rise, it was a different view, to watch the colours of the sky, rather than the blazing ball that made them.

Tucked away out here, she felt some small measure of peace.

“Speech.”