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Bris needs to get out more! ^^
WC: 859
Bris' confidence was slowly beginning to recover. To tell the truth, she was tired of hiding. Sure, she could just spend the rest of her life safely tucked behind the rigid border of Dahlia de Mai, but that wasn't what her soul wanted. The white Stormbringer had never been a fan of being couped up anywhere. She was like the wind: she wanted to go wherever her feet would lead her. She wanted to explore, to see things, to know the world and territories surrounding her home. Hybrid Holocaust had stripped Bris of that ability for too long, and the young woman was finally beginning to defy her fear.
Of course, Bris wasn't stupid, either. She was taking her occasional trips outside of Dahlia slowly, usually venturing into Ethereal Eclipse and the other neutral lands that shared the pack's border. She'd already discovered that even this was sometimes too far, as the last encounter with the Inferni beast had happened in the Eclipse. However, steps were being taken by Conor and others to help keep Bris as safe as possible, for which she was thankful, but lately it had made her feel more like a prisoner than anything else. After all, Kol's killer still stalked her in her dreams, so she wasn't really safe anywhere.
Night was beginning to fall as Bris found herself at what seemed to be the end of today's journey. The western sky to her back was painted a plethora of violets and pinks, and the stars were coming out in droves in the eastern sky before her. Yet neither of these scenes captured Bris' attention as much as the large grey building she was approaching. The woman's mismatched eyes widened in awe at the sheer size of the structure. Sure, there were large buildings in Wolfville, but even though some of them dwarfed this grey-stoned building in simple size, the castle simply projected a feeling of mass and enormity unmatched by the more modern structures in Dahlia. The metal, glass, and wood shelters of varying uses in Wolfville seemed downright flimsy compared the stone monstrosity that towered over Bris.
The Dahlian had only ever seen buildings like this in old human stories, tales of knights and royalty. So this was what a castle was. There were chips in the stone, places where the walls and parapets were ragged and crumbling, but it didn't matter. Bris' mind filled in the blanks, imagining the structure as it could have looked when it was built, and she very nearly held her breath as her snowy feet carried her inside. The massive oak doors were open, leaning on broken hinges, and Bris dared not touch them for fear of unhinging them completely. The room she'd entered was enormous and intact. There seemed to be several archways on either side of the room, no doubt leading to other chambers. Dark tapestries lined the walls, but though Bris' night vision was good, most of the minute details were lost without proper light to view them by. Eyes still wide in wonder, the white werewolf approached one of the fabric art pieces silently, unable to resist the urge to touch. Her black palm was placed ever so lightly on its surface, almost reverently. A soft smile of awe stretched across the woman's lips as she ran her hand delicately across the tapestry, absolutely amazed at the texture she could feel in the weaving. It was just a shame she had nothing to light a torch with; she would have to wait until morning to get a better glimpse at the scenes depicted on the tapestries.
Disappointed at this prospect, yet still enthralled with the castle itself, Bris pulled her hand from the wall hanging and turned in the direction of the archway to the left of her. The room beyond it was darker than black, and the woman had a feeling that she'd be better off waiting till morning to explore most of the outer rooms. The moon hadn't risen yet, and the lack of light through the small windows of the building made things a bit lackluster, to say the least. Besides, the castle would provide the perfect shelter for the night, seeing as how Bris was reluctant to make the return trip all the way back to Dahlia in the darkness. The shores of the Trenches were a bit too far from home for the white woman to feel confident about being caught in the open. Unlike Kol, who could become a shadow herself with her charcoal pelt, Bris' snowy white fur contrasted quite sharply with the blanket of night.
Comfortable with her decision, Bris decided to make her way up the large staircase at the end of the room. She assumed there were sleeping chambers on the upper floor of the castle, but that wasn't entirely the reason for seeking a respite there. From a second-story room facing west, the Dahlian would hopefully be alerted to anyone approaching before they knew she was still inside. Her scent was fairly obvious, to be sure, but Bris might be able to slip away before anyone figured out where she was.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!