It seemed nothing was going to go Alethea’s way, this evening. She had not meant to suggest a literal stroll of the castle, but eyeing the door held open for her, and the look of innocence on Nyx’s face, she could not help but oblige. It would have been rude to ignore the offer, and the little lady was anything but rude.
Once out in the hall, however, she began to feel a bit rude – she wanted to tell Nyx she was tired, that they should resume their visit some other time, maybe even fake some kind of emergency to extricate herself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation. But they were just beginning to be friends, Thea thought...and cutting the girl off mid-stride seemed like a very effective way to end a new friendship. So she followed, worrying her lip between her teeth, and wondered where in Aura’s name they were wandering.
For they had quickly strolled into a part of the castle that Alethea did not recognize. The hallway was dusty with age and lack of travel, the portraits on the walls so old that the fashions in them didn’t make sense. Even the light coming through the occasional narrow window seemed thin and worn. Thea glanced around her nervously, reaching for Leto, and tripped over a tear in the carpet.
“Nyx, dear....ah, where are we going? I’ve never seen this hall before...” Thea ventured, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
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