Night 50: F11-F20 Hallway

[nobleobliged]

[F18→Hallway]

The indignation Natalia had felt following her conversation with Anise had faded, minutely, during dinner. It returned with a vengeance as that man's voice disturbed the air. How could he? What nerve, what absolute unfathomable gall to lie throughout the day, then speak so frankly when night fell. Why pretend at all? Why paint an

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F13--> Hallway

[witchofwords]

Something was off, though Sophie couldn't quite place what that was in her current state of half sleep. She blinked blearly, and scrubbed at her eyes. There was no aching or popping joints when she stretched, but it wasn't just the lack of elderly pain that seemed off.

She sat up and took in her surroundings--white washed walls that most certainly didn't belong to her place under the castle stairs. In fact, nothing here seemed to be a part of the castle at all. Even her clothing had changed. Everything was still drab and gray, but certainly not the dress she had been wearing.

"This can't be right..." She muttered to herself as she slipped out of the unfamiliar bed. There was another just like it across the room, which she took the time to nose around only to find nothing of actual use and nothing that told her just where she was. Another look around the room told her nothing else was to be found there, and there was only one exit. She took a steady and made her way out it to a hall that only held more doorways.

She took note of the number on her own, or what she could assume to be her own, door in the case she should need to remember it. Judging by the fact the hall seemed to branch off at the ends, and the fact there were multiple doorways, she could only figure she would eventually find herself lost and knowing where she started could prove useful in that case.