'Building Inspectors' (for the Arcana and Zoë)
The Embassy is... just as intimidating up close as it is far away. Lasandra's eyes sweep over the the elegant structure and her lips purse for a moment. The structure in her eyes is... off. Just a touch. Glorious, beautiful. Just... so... so tall. She keeps wondering if there's something she's not seeing, not feeling, not believing. There is too much stain glass and she cannot see one flying buttress. Not one.
It's not impossible for a castle to be like that, though. With modern materials it's probable. Or with magic. Despite the scoffing she's been hearing about, just looking around inside for a few moments can give her an insight. Is the stone cut like it used to be in the Middle Ages? Or is the stone smooth or are they mimic the old cutting style? Are the colors of the stain glass more 'solid' akin to the middle ages or more 'marbled' the Gilded Age?
Who said art was useless? Sandy never would.
Despite the ugly jumpsuit, which couldn't be helped, Sandy was wise enough to put on a touch of make up to look professional and make her closer to her age. She looked at the large, imposing door, then glanced to Zoë. Then she squared her shoulders before pushing open the door. It was free for all the Deck to come in, so why not?
Armed with a clip board, pencils, and flash light, Sandy was ready to do her part. “I'm already feeling more sneaky by the minute in this thing.”
It's not impossible for a castle to be like that, though. With modern materials it's probable. Or with magic. Despite the scoffing she's been hearing about, just looking around inside for a few moments can give her an insight. Is the stone cut like it used to be in the Middle Ages? Or is the stone smooth or are they mimic the old cutting style? Are the colors of the stain glass more 'solid' akin to the middle ages or more 'marbled' the Gilded Age?
Who said art was useless? Sandy never would.
Despite the ugly jumpsuit, which couldn't be helped, Sandy was wise enough to put on a touch of make up to look professional and make her closer to her age. She looked at the large, imposing door, then glanced to Zoë. Then she squared her shoulders before pushing open the door. It was free for all the Deck to come in, so why not?
Armed with a clip board, pencils, and flash light, Sandy was ready to do her part. “I'm already feeling more sneaky by the minute in this thing.”