Ghosts of the Past

*Aranya* · 12-14-2013, 10:17 AM

Aranya took in the hall with a muted sort of curiosity. She was focused on the lupe before her of course, but only once before had she ever been in a manplace. Her mother and father both had warned her to no end about the dangers of them, but by the smell here this one had been abandoned for quite some time. She supposed it was safe enough, and it was rude manners to hold a conversation from such a distance. She slowly padded towards the male, listening as he talked. At his apology she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, her slipping already mostly forgotten. "It's no big deal!" she said, her voice cheery. She came to stand beside the male, looking at the wall that had so caught his attention.

She gazed at the hanging as well as he spoke. He seemed kindhearted, as far as she could tell. Comforting even. Aranya liked him immediately, and smiled once more as he questioned her, then fell silent. "I'm here for the same reason you are," she said, her voice cheery and expressing her youth. "Just wandering about, and I've never seen a place like this before. My sire and dam always they were unsafe, but this one seems okay enough I suppose. And interesting besides." She gazed a while longer at the wall, her gaze shifting from the hanging to the cut stone, which she found just as fascinating. "D'you suppose they had magic, to make things like this?" If he thought he younger yet for considering such things, so be it. It was fun to think about, if nothing else. She looked to him and grinned, tilting her head. "My name is Aranya Eloise Netonya, by the way"

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