LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Wildering House was a marvel, both in terms of design and sheer size. Carved from pale coral stone and crowned in terracotta, Liam had to admit that the estate was rather intimidating, particularly for someone in his circumstances - which was to say, a friend in need of assistance, set to meet with a demigod of death, who'd never been here before and might not find himself in the position to return again. Still, answers (or at least a start to his quest) lie within, and so he dug down deep and found the courage to knock.
Flora had told him that the House would see to his needs, and as the door swung open to reveal no one behind it, Liam realized that she wasn't joking about the spirits that inhabited the mansion. He stepped gingerly over the threshold, a basket of baby paraphernalia looped casually over one arm, and heard the door snick shut behind him. Then he was beckoned down the hall by flickering candlelight, which led him to what he could only describe as a small, tucked-out-of-the-way parlor. It was nicely decorated, though it appeared to be seldom used - most of the furniture looked pristine, as though it had only just been purchased and placed here for the purpose of this meeting.
Setting down his basket, Liam strolled over to a fireplace (who needed a fireplace in Torchline, anyway?) with his hands in his pockets, looking at the various knick knacks on the mantle. It was something to pass the time as he waited for Remi, but his nerves were such that he didn't really see most of the trinkets. When he'd browsed the mantle for a few moments, he made his way over to a large window overlooking the sea and stood there, trying not to watch the path up to the House for any incoming demigods.
Flora had told him that the House would see to his needs, and as the door swung open to reveal no one behind it, Liam realized that she wasn't joking about the spirits that inhabited the mansion. He stepped gingerly over the threshold, a basket of baby paraphernalia looped casually over one arm, and heard the door snick shut behind him. Then he was beckoned down the hall by flickering candlelight, which led him to what he could only describe as a small, tucked-out-of-the-way parlor. It was nicely decorated, though it appeared to be seldom used - most of the furniture looked pristine, as though it had only just been purchased and placed here for the purpose of this meeting.
Setting down his basket, Liam strolled over to a fireplace (who needed a fireplace in Torchline, anyway?) with his hands in his pockets, looking at the various knick knacks on the mantle. It was something to pass the time as he waited for Remi, but his nerves were such that he didn't really see most of the trinkets. When he'd browsed the mantle for a few moments, he made his way over to a large window overlooking the sea and stood there, trying not to watch the path up to the House for any incoming demigods.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
