Walk into the Sun

Mati Church · 08-11-2010, 11:15 AM

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Mati had so very little strength against her imagination, her creative ability had been unleashed as a young pup and it was hard to reel it back even know as an adult. It was easy to fall into the wonderment that arose while standing such a grand place, a place with so much history that seems so unreal for a pack wolf. But unlike Rio she did not want to get lost in fantasy and her imagination, not for lack of magic and love in her own life. No, the artist couldn’t help the paintings of tapestries and candle light that would lead them from the entry and into the grand hall beyond it to be created in her mind. It was a world away, a thing from story books and visions of creatures that were very much extinct. But it was not a world that she longed to have, but more simply wished to explore.

While her gaze was lost on the headless figure Rio’s voice almost gave her a fright, the ceiling’s height bouncing the words back to her a second time. Was she? Mati asked herself, remembering what a princess was to the human world. She was beautiful, fragile and made of royal blood. This was only stone, and what it represented was beautiful and obviously fragile in it’s broken state. I don’t know. Mati admitted. Maybe. She concluded, looking at Rio with her own smile. She cocked her head to the side, motioning for her to follow. This place was big, and there was plenty of rooms to explore.

As the thought passed through her mind Mati walked though the doorway and into the largest room she had ever seen. The light streamed in through windows twice her height, the floor a swirled and dappled marble, the walls long and everything that still sat in the ransacked hall pointed towards the small stage that was raised at the far end. It was expansive and empty and yet there was still so much to look at.

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