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Perhaps part of Rio's inner struggles had to do with her lack of any outlet. Her imagination indeed had the tendency to wander, dragging her away from the real world. She had nothing but to stew in her thoughts, and often she was lost without the strength to find her way back to reality. Her hands had never played an instrument or painted a picture, leaving her to ruminate her sorrow and joy alike. All she had was her mind, a place that was beautiful and frightening at the same time, a fragile sanctuary which threatened entrapment.
Mati brought her away from her wondering of who the statue could possibly portray, honestly admitting that she did not know either. The girl shrugged lightly and stepped alongside the earthen woman again, anticipating footsteps carrying her to the next room. Immediately her eyes were wide with awe. Stunned by the vastness of the room, Rio was almost tentative in taking another step. The sun streamed through the tall windows, sparkling in an orange-pink glow against the ancient gray stone of the castle's structure. There were rows of benches, littered by only a few silver plates and goblets. Oh... This is beautiful, she whispered to her sibling, still mystified. Periwinkle eyes at last followed the slightly darker violet gaze of the other to the risen stage at the end of the hall. Her white hand grasped Mati's, with a shy glance to the woman's face. She took a step towards the stage, wishing to stand upon it and marvel at the many sights from a higher viewpoint.
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