How could he ever forget the bland, expressionless tone of little Mimora? She was never phased, never thrown or tossed about emotionally. But calling her cold or indifferent may have been a stretch, even to an optimist such as Perfetti. She simply focused her mind elsewhere and had well-maintained control of her person. Such was a thing everyone wished to have.
Her question, while not worded the same way, had the same question. Why was he here? Gracious, if he could answer that question he would've. Not a beat would have been missed in explanation, hoping it would ease the confusion that readily grabbed them all. And yet, there was none that he could give. All he could do was shrug his shoulders and shake his head, defeat resting on his face.
"It would seem so." She'd moved on far before he, her observations of the tower taking over her thoughts. His gaze turned to follow her indications, eyes traveling up and down the spire with growing anticipation. What purpose did it serve, if any? And if it was a relic of its time, did it leave anything valuable behind?
Her assessments of the building had led her to a door frame, closed off and cemented into the wall which held it. He joined her in studying it, seeing if there was any crease, any sliver or weakness for which it could be opened, broken. Nothing revealed itself, and he stepped back to look at its correlation to the rest of the spire.
"Let me see something," he pondered. He dragged his long, loose locks back behind his head, pulling the crown of his hair into a tie to keep it off his face. From there, he straightened back up started looking down the walls of the circular structure. Perhaps a lever, a loose stone, some kind of hidden switch would activate the door and force it open. He wasn't finding anything on his side, and he shifted farther down the tower to look farther. He called back to the Magic Original as he did.
"Mimora, if you can, look on the other side of the door and see if there's some kind of hidden switch. It could be anything, really, but if you find something unusual let me know."
Her question, while not worded the same way, had the same question. Why was he here? Gracious, if he could answer that question he would've. Not a beat would have been missed in explanation, hoping it would ease the confusion that readily grabbed them all. And yet, there was none that he could give. All he could do was shrug his shoulders and shake his head, defeat resting on his face.
"It would seem so." She'd moved on far before he, her observations of the tower taking over her thoughts. His gaze turned to follow her indications, eyes traveling up and down the spire with growing anticipation. What purpose did it serve, if any? And if it was a relic of its time, did it leave anything valuable behind?
Her assessments of the building had led her to a door frame, closed off and cemented into the wall which held it. He joined her in studying it, seeing if there was any crease, any sliver or weakness for which it could be opened, broken. Nothing revealed itself, and he stepped back to look at its correlation to the rest of the spire.
"Let me see something," he pondered. He dragged his long, loose locks back behind his head, pulling the crown of his hair into a tie to keep it off his face. From there, he straightened back up started looking down the walls of the circular structure. Perhaps a lever, a loose stone, some kind of hidden switch would activate the door and force it open. He wasn't finding anything on his side, and he shifted farther down the tower to look farther. He called back to the Magic Original as he did.
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