| Thursday: February 14, 2008 |
[23 Oct 2009|09:54pm] |
Who: Lysander and Theora
When: afternoon
Where: Helicharis, wandering about
What: Lysander steals a few moments to explore alone
He had the sneaking suspicion that Xanthus had lied to him and was currently stalking him just out of eyesight. Lysander knew that his training had been directed for a very specific purpose, a very important, singularly important purpose; just now, however, he was wishing that he was better at tracking things. Or at least noticing them.
"Oh," Lysander suddenly derailed in a quiet, curious tone as he looked through a glass window (a substance he was only mildly familiar with) to see colored glass twisted into artistic shapes that defied description. He came to a halt and cupped his hands on either side of his face to block the afternoon sun from interfering with his view into the room. The glass shape before him was a cool blue that swirled up like an ocean wave might against a cliff side. He was sure it was supposed to be used for something, but Lysander couldn't guess what. It's beautiful lack of symmetry took it out of the running for a vessel of some kind.
He moved slowly across the window, breath leaving a trail high on the window as he examined each piece. Having never seen an art exhibit before, he couldn't make the necessary comparison to it. It stole his attention thoroughly, even as the white fur wrapped about his shoulders began to slip down, cockeyed on his frame.
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