She follows, her own feet bare because, among other things, shoes she tended to forget...she may not be able to approach his level of silent, but she can certainly be quiet.
"Will we have to crawl through a dungeon?" she asked curiously. Treasury evoked those kinds of images in her head. Long stone corridors, gold in piles...
The paths certainly were winding, and it seemed that the gardens had their own spots of wilderness where gardeners seemed to forget...thorny branches of a wildly dormant rose bush caught in her hair a moment, but that didn't stop her for long.
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:44 am (UTC)From:"Will we have to crawl through a dungeon?" she asked curiously. Treasury evoked those kinds of images in her head. Long stone corridors, gold in piles...
The paths certainly were winding, and it seemed that the gardens had their own spots of wilderness where gardeners seemed to forget...thorny branches of a wildly dormant rose bush caught in her hair a moment, but that didn't stop her for long.