"Laylah! Laylah!" Ambar called loudly through their home high within Upper Volary.
The white marble floors echoed his rapid footsteps up and down the halls before he took the stairs two at a time.
"Laylah? Where are you?"
With a skip in his step he cleared the top of the steps, scarcely paying much mind to his surroundings.
The beauty of avorian architecture was well known throughout the world, but when you're born and raised with every house and every spire as exquisite as the next, the beauty of it becomes almost mundane. The sweeping arches, the spiral staircases, the crystaline sculptures, the gold chiseled engravings... every bit of it was so common place that they had long since faded from his active perception until one room was the same as the next.
Not all of the fancy spires of Volary could compare to the excitement in his voice as he searched for his sister.
The white marble floors echoed his rapid footsteps up and down the halls before he took the stairs two at a time.
"Laylah? Where are you?"
With a skip in his step he cleared the top of the steps, scarcely paying much mind to his surroundings.
The beauty of avorian architecture was well known throughout the world, but when you're born and raised with every house and every spire as exquisite as the next, the beauty of it becomes almost mundane. The sweeping arches, the spiral staircases, the crystaline sculptures, the gold chiseled engravings... every bit of it was so common place that they had long since faded from his active perception until one room was the same as the next.
Not all of the fancy spires of Volary could compare to the excitement in his voice as he searched for his sister.