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Iris sat up, setting the book to the side and propping her arms up on the pew’s backrest so as to face the stranger. Except, the girl wasn’t a stranger at all. Iris had seen her around the Nest, she was certain of it. ”This place. It always makes me wonder,” she spoke softly, as in reverence of the old, massive stone holding up the grand ceiling, ”Wouldn’t it be better suited as a throne room?”
If you took away the particular smell the priests carried around and the fact that the altar lacked a big, impressive chair, the cathedral made for a truly magnificent throne hall - the envy of any ruler.
Iris flinched as something flitted across the wall to her left, quicker than shadow. The tension in her shoulders let up, somewhat, when she recognized it as a dragon, blue as ink. This place kept reminding her that she should look up more often, and not only because the stars above Stormbreak twinkled with a certain glee that was out of the ordinary.
If you took away the particular smell the priests carried around and the fact that the altar lacked a big, impressive chair, the cathedral made for a truly magnificent throne hall - the envy of any ruler.
Iris flinched as something flitted across the wall to her left, quicker than shadow. The tension in her shoulders let up, somewhat, when she recognized it as a dragon, blue as ink. This place kept reminding her that she should look up more often, and not only because the stars above Stormbreak twinkled with a certain glee that was out of the ordinary.
