More descriptive stuff
Well, at least this is in the story so far. Took a side-path to talk about Gorroth's house and a little flashback on Mirra's first encounter with the place, yay.
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Her uncle's home sat across from one of the little screening parks; one that featured statues and fountains of dark stone rather than carefully manicured trees and shrubbery. The House of Kyldathar was old, built when land outside the oldest of the city walls had been cheap and the second ring was still being constructed. For their foresight, her uncle's ancestors managed to build a manor that rivaled any of the far older edifices that clustered around the palace at the heart of the city, and one that dwarfed most of its neighbors. It was an imposing home and it had terrified her when she'd first been brought inside the gates. An atavistic chill had run up her spine at the feeling of something unseen and ethereal tasting her as she passed through the gate. That, more than the witch-lights that shone in the mouths of various statues, had unnerved her. She still had no idea what it was, only that it knew the manner's tenants and rightful guests from intruders and would stop anyone unwanted from entering the grounds. It was not an elemental, Mirra could see those; the little fire serpent bound to the hearth in the kitchen, or the wind sprites that kept the air inside flowing and clean were all familiar to her - the house's guardian was something else, something stranger.
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Meh, maybe I'm trying too hard? Oh well.
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Her uncle's home sat across from one of the little screening parks; one that featured statues and fountains of dark stone rather than carefully manicured trees and shrubbery. The House of Kyldathar was old, built when land outside the oldest of the city walls had been cheap and the second ring was still being constructed. For their foresight, her uncle's ancestors managed to build a manor that rivaled any of the far older edifices that clustered around the palace at the heart of the city, and one that dwarfed most of its neighbors. It was an imposing home and it had terrified her when she'd first been brought inside the gates. An atavistic chill had run up her spine at the feeling of something unseen and ethereal tasting her as she passed through the gate. That, more than the witch-lights that shone in the mouths of various statues, had unnerved her. She still had no idea what it was, only that it knew the manner's tenants and rightful guests from intruders and would stop anyone unwanted from entering the grounds. It was not an elemental, Mirra could see those; the little fire serpent bound to the hearth in the kitchen, or the wind sprites that kept the air inside flowing and clean were all familiar to her - the house's guardian was something else, something stranger.
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Meh, maybe I'm trying too hard? Oh well.