Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
"I see. Well, I practically lived here for a time. It's weird, to see it so empty." Leading them down a flight of stairs and along a corridor, they soon came up to a heavy door. Maea pushed it open with a non-sparkling hand and made sure it wouldn't hit Amun on the swing-back. The rooms beyond lay dark and cold, and there was a layer of dust on the floor. Not centuries thick, but it was still the dust of years. How many? How long had it been since Amalia was here, last? Had no one taken care of the place?
Oddly assorted furniture sat arranged around an empty fireplace. Books lined shelf upon shelf beyond, interspersed with reading nooks and desks. At the far back, a second door led into a smaller chamber beyond.
"That used to be Jigano's study," she murmured, indicating it with a nudge of her chin. She had a forlorn look about her as she picked her way across the rooms; if ever there was a time where she had looked and felt the part of a ghost, it was here. "Do you have any idea what we might be looking for? I remember his room being stacked with books and papers - it could take a while."
Oddly assorted furniture sat arranged around an empty fireplace. Books lined shelf upon shelf beyond, interspersed with reading nooks and desks. At the far back, a second door led into a smaller chamber beyond.
"That used to be Jigano's study," she murmured, indicating it with a nudge of her chin. She had a forlorn look about her as she picked her way across the rooms; if ever there was a time where she had looked and felt the part of a ghost, it was here. "Do you have any idea what we might be looking for? I remember his room being stacked with books and papers - it could take a while."
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
