Balinor (exiledragonlord) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-07-07 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | balinor : exiledragonlord, the 9th doctor : fantastic_doc |
Who: Balinor
What: Arrival
Where: Swimming pool
When: Late evening
He looked up from the wooden figure in his hand, quickly switching his knife to a fighting grip rather than the delicate carving he'd just been doing. The quality of the air itself had changed; it held a scent he didn't recognize. It came as no surprise to see that his surroundings had shifted into something else. He stood, eyes darting warily about himself.
He was indoors, in a room with a tiled floor, though most of the floor was taken up by a large, rectangular pool. Even the palaces he'd seen didn't have bathing pools so large. This building must be opulent beyond dreaming.
Which meant, of course, that he had no desire to remain there.
He located the nearest exit and stalked towards it, cautiously holding his knife in one hand, and slipping his carving into his jacket for safekeeping.