CheckerBoardJester

    Fath yawned and followed Altair towards the back of the castle, curiously looking around as they descended down the stairs into a large vaulted room. This room was located near the north east tower by the edge of the mountain overlooking the garden. It had large open spaces in the walls that allowed the cool air or sunlight to waft in and create a sort of…comforting space. Fath took in the scene and smiled, fiddling with the hems of her shirt.    She had returned to Altair’s room with her new wardrobe and changed into one of the long blue tunics and tan long hoses, neatly folding the rest and slipping it into her bag. Altai

Perhaps, she out of place, cooped up in that tiny corner of hers, that corner is her comfort, her sanctuary, isolated from the world. You think her quiet, a loner, you think she's mourning, dying inside. How right you were, but you walked, You walked. You were judgmental, fast to get to a point not even gathering your wits, go talk to her. She picks herself up only to be smashed down, smashed by people like you. You settle for staring, bewildered like watching a beast in a cage. Oh, how naive you are, just make up your mind. She notices your staring, she turns to grin, you turn your back, You walk.