Story turned the map around in her hands again, her brow knitting further together. The light fabric of the silky robe--compliments of her strangely comforting room--swished lightly against her legs, the weight of her room key tapping her thigh. The floor was so cold.
It was overly frustrating, how she..could not read a simple..large, strangely marked and folded piece of paper. She wasn't entirely sure why she went out again, after arriving so soon...
Cabin fever. She would have gone mad, staying in her room for too long. Thinking about her people, the great bird...Cleaveland...so, she set off. It was a useful thing, finding out about the place she was currently trapped in. After all, gentle Legolas did call it an adventure...adventures could be fun, couldn't they? The ice and snow was certainly interesting to see, though she could have happily lived without it.
When she finally did make her way to the foyer, she could help a smile. Well, she had found -something- she could recognize on the map! And all at once, she was taken by the large, decorated tree..she walked near it, as if in a trance. Oh, it shined, it was so, so very beautiful...what sort of tradition was this..?