Castles, fantastic creatures, glittering lights and colorful scenery. NiGHTS is no stranger to these sort of dreamlike, decorative furnishings, but she can appreciate the aesthetics nonetheless. If she has anything to complain about (other than being ripped from her home and into the waking world, something for which she still has no explanation) it's the endless halls and rooms to traverse. There's so much in such a relatively small space! Packed together, floor upon floor upon floor, some areas of the castle feel downright cramped! It reminds her of the numerous cages she spent so much time in before coming here. Much as she appreciates the inclusion of having a room, NiGHTS much prefers the open air outside.
"It's certainly beautiful," she says to herself, zooming through the air in the keep, weaving between and over servants and other Shard-holders, well on her way toward the doors that lead to the bailey. "Beautiful and stuffy. The least they could do is provide a skylight with our rooms."
She comes to a stop in a doorway, giving the illusion of hanging on to the frame above her head. Anyone paying attention could easily see she was floating in the air, the trail of sparks she's left behind fading away.
"I think all of us would do a little better with some fresh air!"
NiGHTS | NiGHTS into Dreams
Castles, fantastic creatures, glittering lights and colorful scenery. NiGHTS is no stranger to these sort of dreamlike, decorative furnishings, but she can appreciate the aesthetics nonetheless. If she has anything to complain about (other than being ripped from her home and into the waking world, something for which she still has no explanation) it's the endless halls and rooms to traverse. There's so much in such a relatively small space! Packed together, floor upon floor upon floor, some areas of the castle feel downright cramped! It reminds her of the numerous cages she spent so much time in before coming here. Much as she appreciates the inclusion of having a room, NiGHTS much prefers the open air outside.
"It's certainly beautiful," she says to herself, zooming through the air in the keep, weaving between and over servants and other Shard-holders, well on her way toward the doors that lead to the bailey. "Beautiful and stuffy. The least they could do is provide a skylight with our rooms."
She comes to a stop in a doorway, giving the illusion of hanging on to the frame above her head. Anyone paying attention could easily see she was floating in the air, the trail of sparks she's left behind fading away.
"I think all of us would do a little better with some fresh air!"
{ ooc: prose or brackets, either works for me! }