soft, lilting humming fills the air around her - the sound so quiet one must listen close to fully catch the noise. careful fingers run a cloth across the frames of paintings on the walls as nyla hums quietly to herself. she doesn’t like the oppressive silence otherwise empty castle walls creates. in fact, any silence at all makes her skin crawl. at home, in the wood, there was never silence. out there one can hear the breath of life the earth creates, the feet of animals, the creak of wind in trees, the sound of distant brooks and streams. that sound is smothered here, so she hums the melody of an old song about the creators her father used to sing ( with nyla playing the harp and her mother the lute, her grandmother tapping beat out on her knees ) to fill the void of sound.
Visiting Kederrakath was hardly Annalise’s favorite thing, but she did so when she had to without complaint. Most of her time was spent simply exploring, exploring the castle, exploring the tows that surrounded it, exploring anything she could. Most of the time, the castle was empty when she wandered it, and she could go hours without coming across anyone or anything. Sometimes though, she rounded a corner to find a maid or a royal and it would give her something to do. This time, she came upon someone who was humming very softly. “What is that song?” she asked, unable to keep her curiosity to herself.
