Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.
Tap! Tap!
After speaking with Nyra, Alaric had found himself walking again, with no particular destination in mind.
Though he couldn't quite explain why.
Staying on the balcony and resting had somewhat calmed his nerves, but he still felt restless.
There was still a strange pressure thrumming beneath his skin. Not quite anger, not quite peace. Just... high-strung. Like a sword drawn but not swung.
Then he halted.
Before him lay the courtyard, bathed in pale moonlight, flanked by hedges and half-wild flower beds. A few lanterns flickered on the stone walls, their flames barely dancing in the gentle night breeze.
That breeze passed over him again, tousling his obsidian-black hair.
He stepped forward, boots brushing the dewy grass, and moved toward the center of the courtyard and exhaled deeply, letting the cool air fill his lungs.
