InsaneJournal

Day 4
Who: Giselle and OTA
What: Perusing
When: Early Evening
Where: The Art Gallery
Rating: G, subject to change
Status: Complete

The notes from Legolas had made Giselle's whole morning. She sang louder than ever off her balcony, giggled and played with her animal friends while they tidied up her room, and dressed up in her frilliest outfit. She skipped more than ever, not to mention the extra bouncing. She clapped and then slipped into musing daydreams of their morning together tomorrow. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she was driving herself crazy.

She needed to get out and do something other than think of what might come the next day with Legolas. She had seen an art gallery in passing and she idly wondered what it was like inside. She decided that she ought to find out, and maybe that would take her mind off the next morning.

She had seen the foreboding clouds off the balcony that morning and decided to throw a cloak around her shoulders. Not that it was cool, but it might rain on her, and she didn't want that. She danced down the hall, humming to herself and then stepped outside into the muggy heat of the storm threatened day. She peered up at the sky, wide blue eyes searching for signs of rain.

She pulled her hood up and scurried across the courtyard to the main building. She breathed a sigh of relief once inside, and pulled her hood off, untying the cloak from around her neck and draping it over one arm. She found the room where the gallery was located and stepped inside. It had been dark, but motion sensor lights detected her movement and switched on, flooding the room with soft luminance.

She hooked her cloak to the coat rack just inside the door and moved past the entryway into the main gallery. She had plenty of time on her hands before she wanted to get some dinner and she was going to take as long as she liked looking at each piece of art. She stopped to look at the first one, and then moved backward to sit on the bench that lay situated in the middle of the aisle.

She settled her hands in her lap, crossed her ankles and tucked them under the bench and tilted her head, looking at the painting Madonna of the Rocks.