The carvings were surely fascinating. Feeling them underneath her was amazing. Her pads could feel the change in texture as it moved around, each part unique. Tail wagging she pushed back off from the wall, continuing to wander through the abbey. There was certainly a lot of design and color in this place, even if it was empty a lot of the time. That didn't actually sound good. Dalgina found herself wondering if life could be brought back to the place. An image of lots of canines crowding the room, admiring the beauty and seeking peace filled her mind.
Wandering she passed some small alcoves, each one with a small glittering light inside. Her tail was held high in her wanderings, gracefully gliding among the imaginary adults. So caught in her fantasy Dalgina walked right past her ronkyha. She froze, coming back to reality. Retracing her steps she stuck her head in, seeing Honrin's white form before a large golden statue. A whine escaped her before she realized it. Honrin was always so wise and serious, and Dalgina had to wonder if he knew the answers to the questions she didn't want to ask.
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