She flushes in pleasure when he says that he knows the look in the king's eyes. "And I you. I hope they left here safely, together."
Instinct sends her left again, past rooms that might have held servants or supplies. The less glamorous underpinnings of the palace that made the place run.
Something prickles across her skin, like an electric charge, and she stops. "A ward here, failing but not entirely gone. Will take me a while to disassemble it." It is a sign that they are probably on the right track.
The rooms are simpler here, the designs on the walls simpler, less maintained. He'll find a few treasures, if he pokes his nose into rooms as she works. A flute carved from a heron's wing bone sits abandoned on a shelf in one room. In another room, a cracked pot, delicately painted with lotus flowers in a blue glaze sits in a corner. In the smallest room, a tiny wheeled cart and horse made of pottery, the paint worn, scuffed, a well loved toy of some child of long ago.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-04-13 04:13 pm (UTC)She flushes in pleasure when he says that he knows the look in the king's eyes. "And I you. I hope they left here safely, together."
Instinct sends her left again, past rooms that might have held servants or supplies. The less glamorous underpinnings of the palace that made the place run.
Something prickles across her skin, like an electric charge, and she stops. "A ward here, failing but not entirely gone. Will take me a while to disassemble it." It is a sign that they are probably on the right track.
The rooms are simpler here, the designs on the walls simpler, less maintained. He'll find a few treasures, if he pokes his nose into rooms as she works. A flute carved from a heron's wing bone sits abandoned on a shelf in one room. In another room, a cracked pot, delicately painted with lotus flowers in a blue glaze sits in a corner. In the smallest room, a tiny wheeled cart and horse made of pottery, the paint worn, scuffed, a well loved toy of some child of long ago.