[ choice or not, it remains a prison, but alisaie has not the heart to argue further. with her brother saved and gone, the fire in her heart has burned low, pressed down by the walls of the castle, by the cold, and her imminent loneliness. will she ever see him again? will she ever walk freely beneath the trees? will she ever return home? how has this happened..?
the walk to the tower is long and arduous and more than a little unnerving. the same strange aliveness she had felt upon her arrival persists, and from the corners of her eyes she is certain that she sees movement, the wintry wind that whistles between the castle's towers and windows sounds almost like voices to her ears, but that cannot be. there is no one here, no other creature emerges to greet them, there is only the master and his screeching, halting footsteps, no other reveals themselves from the darkness. it can only be her imagination.
they climb and climb and climb, higher and higher until it almost seems as if the air will thin, until at last they arrive at a room. it is no dungeon, but it is nonetheless tricky in its isolation - at the peak of this tower she certainly will not find escape through the windows, and her passage down into the main passage of the castle could be closely monitored.
still she is trapped.
the room seems comfortable enough, at least. small, but she does not need nor want much, and cold and drafty for its isolation from the strong walls of the castle proper, but it is certainly a fair sight better than the cell her brother had been forced into. she cannot be grateful, for this is still imprisonment, a punishment by far incongruous with the offense, but she will have a comfortable place to lay her head. that is much more than alphinaud had.
wordlessly, she steps into the room with her back to him, and says nothing. even here, the walls feel oppressive and watchful.. ]
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the walk to the tower is long and arduous and more than a little unnerving. the same strange aliveness she had felt upon her arrival persists, and from the corners of her eyes she is certain that she sees movement, the wintry wind that whistles between the castle's towers and windows sounds almost like voices to her ears, but that cannot be. there is no one here, no other creature emerges to greet them, there is only the master and his screeching, halting footsteps, no other reveals themselves from the darkness. it can only be her imagination.
they climb and climb and climb, higher and higher until it almost seems as if the air will thin, until at last they arrive at a room. it is no dungeon, but it is nonetheless tricky in its isolation - at the peak of this tower she certainly will not find escape through the windows, and her passage down into the main passage of the castle could be closely monitored.
still she is trapped.
the room seems comfortable enough, at least. small, but she does not need nor want much, and cold and drafty for its isolation from the strong walls of the castle proper, but it is certainly a fair sight better than the cell her brother had been forced into. she cannot be grateful, for this is still imprisonment, a punishment by far incongruous with the offense, but she will have a comfortable place to lay her head. that is much more than alphinaud had.
wordlessly, she steps into the room with her back to him, and says nothing. even here, the walls feel oppressive and watchful.. ]