Kings and queens of old

Halls were halls, no matter what castle you walked through. A way to navigate through the royal houses- Charlie had a lot of experiences on the matter. Having been born and raised in one, the young Elaéydar no longer looked at its grandness. Focusing instead on the smaller details.  Such as the useless furniture along it's walls- or at least here it was useless. Back in Lythrania he used to jump from couch to couch. From chair to table- a whole parkour it had been to him, those lovely blue halls. Here he was sure none would appreciate those antics, just as they wouldn't in Moonbright.

Yet the idea lingered on in his mind as he walked past the many obstacles spread out across this hallway. Which connected the chambers given to the Elaéydar family and the third main hall. Charlie sighed as his hands went over every bit of history within this place. Curiously touching the armoured armour stand put in place there as decoration. He could not recall the last time he wore armour- back then his father was probably still around even. Charlie smiled a little as he watched himself in the reflection on it's shiny service, now stained with his fingerprints ofcourse. Yet, enough of an interest to keep him standing there it did not provide the druid. So he continued his way down into the main hall.

It was one of the smaller ones he believed, though definitely not less important if you were to judge the paintings on the walls. Old kings, queens- Charlie guessed by the look of them. Dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin- the clothing worn, there really was not much time to doubt. The druid blinked at them, watching them all painted in their most stoic dispositions. And whilst copying one, he wondered if he'd ever be remembered like that. Painted like that. Like a hero, like his father had been- Vincent had said he did not need to be like him. But as an Elaéydar he at least should have a painting to be remembered by right? Not just the ones made of him and his parents. But one made of him after having accomplished something, guess he just had to wait on that moment. Accomplishing something- meaning something to his family that would last generations just like everyone before him had done.


+ Vasilisa