Sep 01, 2010 22:09
[Well, it had certainly been a surprise hearing his little brother's voice when he first arrived, though it amused him they so far had managed to avoid one another. The castle was much larger than it seemed, and he got a bit of a tour thanks to a lovely women he met (though he still did not know her name - her not being able to speak and all). He was at least able to navigate without to much trouble, and it was becoming easier and easier as they days went on. And it also cemented the fact this was a reality, and not some little half-priest's trick.
At least the gardens were pleasant and offered plenty of space for him to spread his wings, something he felt like indulging in as of late. So yes, all twelve are out in the sun, sparkling with their golden color and refracting light, giving him an almost holy (and totally unfounded) aura.
And he was positioned at the pond, listening to the fish swim beneath the waves and jump as he dropped crumbs to the surface. Perhaps it was a bit old-mannish an action for his looks, but he deserved it after well overly 700 years of life, no? And of course, on the edge of the fountain, sat the journal - constant companion to all.]
What is it the people wish for here most, I wonder?
[Is he talking to you, or the fish? Find out.]
bishamon