"Oh yes, just look at this overgrown nightmare." She said honestly while still going along with Curtis.
"Who moved them?" She asked, seeing as Azazel still hadn't really answered her and now she had to crane her neck and extend her voice to the height he now stood. She agreed with Mr. Prise, definitely not human. The thought of the lake being dangerous had not even crossed her mind and she looked at it wryly now.
"No stars.." Gil's melodic voice repeated this as gray eyes dropped to the ground shifting back and forth like she was looking for something. "How can that be?" This place had truly warped her senses and she was far less adaptable as the wolf or children.
"Is that so..."Following the boy's point, he stood there dumb and dazed, suddenly fixated on the sky. Each word was delayed, each having to push through a storm of thought. He didn't know where to begin. It was as if Cartesia wasn't such a bad place after all. A cure almost. The damage done on his frame after over 120 or so full moons could not be reversed, but if staying in Cartesia could halt the progression, and halt the 'episodes,' without the moons...
But that was a dangerous track of thought. Cartesia was meant to be escaped or die trying. Or at least that was the message that was being repeated since he arrived. His eyes had to shift away from the sky- as seductive as it was now. The moon used to be like a clock. A very slow clock, and the more that you saw of this clock's face, the less time he had. Now it was missing. Unlike his companions, he thought the darkness was beautiful.
Pretending to rejoin the conversation was immensely difficult, he hadn't heard a word after the Azazel's comment that captivated him. "None?" He asked, oblivious if they were even on the same topic.
~~~~~Azazel kicked his legs slightly and stayed in his spot sitting in the tree. "It'll look better after me and Airi fix it up a bit." He was hardly a gardener, he had learned a bit about growing things but he was more interested in keeping the things he wanted to grow alive then in the ascetics of the place. Hopefully all the seeds were still where they had stored them it would not be fun if they had to wait till they could go outside to get more. "They probably just moved on their own." He thought for a moment then decided that had not really been how he meant to phrase that. "Or they just got rearranged by the inn, rather. He quickly corrected himself. "No, there are no stars out here on most days, I've only seen them a handful of times when out in the greenhouse." He chose not to mention those were also typically accompanied by strange glowing creatures trying to get through the walls of the 'glass' if you got close to the edge.
Gil's eyes lingered on Curtis now as it seems his entire energy shifted after one simple sentence. A pang of fear threatened to overtake her but she resisted.
Instead he continued on looking back tot he boy in the tree. "This place just does whatever it wants hm? " She sighed after saying this and looked up to the blackened sky. She could live without the stars. Her dull eyes moved to the trees and she found herself wrapped up in her own deep thought. A single tear welled in her left eye, she let it fall down her cheek and it was quick enough that the other two wouldn't see the silver streak.
"Amazing." He eventually tore his attention from the sky. The lack of moons definitely did solve one huge problem about being cramped in a small space with women and children. It was difficult to hide his elation.
"Whatever it wants!" He repeated after her, though regrettably missing the sad nature she said it in. "Though it doesn't quite explain why it wants a certain plant over there, or a room to be swapped with another, or why it wanted us specifically off the same street amongst all others. Those are to be discovered, aren't they?" He asked with a shrug. He would attempt to figure out his role here, or why he was picked. Cartesia was becoming a much bigger picture in his mind, as if everyone really was an actor. If the house really did what it wanted to, he knew it would nudge it's players in some way. And he was going to play along. This percieved 'game' the house was playing was almost exciting now, for one with nothing to lose.
Azazel supposed that was the case, though he was still not entirely sure if it did things with any actual intelligence or reasoning behind it. "It does what it does, that's all we really know about that." It was a wholly unsatisfying answer to give, as much because it gave no comfort as because it was awkward to admit a lack of proper understanding after being here so long with so much time to think on it. He did not find the lack of celestial bodies to be amazing, if anything he found it annoying, even slightly creepy. "Places outside are usually more normal, it takes getting used to, but sometimes they can even be fun." Traveling to strange new worlds and exploring them was probably the one aspect of this place other then the library that he actively enjoyed.
"At least we know we can't navigate the woods at night." She meekly stated biting on her lower lip.
Curtis' excitement made her nervous. "Has anything from the woods ever attacked?" She questioned, wondering just how dangerous the grounds of the wandering inn are. Her tone isn't as flighty but it is clear the pale girl isn't all that comfortable. Not even the feel of the coat around her shoulders kept her warm from the frigid feelings she had.
It was just them. Was it always going to be just them until someone get's lost or dies? This must be what survivors feel like. She sighed leaning down to pick a small and half wilted flower at her feet. Though marred it was still a pretty shade of blue and she admired it best she could in the dark night.
There had to be a rhyme and reason to it. It made no sense otherwise. Or at least not the logic Curtis was looking for. Fortunately, Azazel's answer was all he needed and it was accepted easily. Perhaps only because it was misinterpreted as assurance he was correct. Satisfied, he spun back on his heel and rejoined the two. Right between Gilrin and Azazel's tree.
With that subject completed, the conversation had taken a different turn. Gil's question made him chuckle morbidly while considering it. They just exited from a possibly Satantic building where a woman's head was impaled with a blade, rooms were crossed off because they have been known to kill or be dangerous, and there was a designated body pit- but she seemed worried of a bear attack! Needless to say the thought entertained him, in an ironic way. "We can defend ourselves from something attacking!" He said with doubtless confidence. Nothing he could think up would scare him like that. But he was only imagining woodland creatures when her question was posed. "But what happens if the house stops on another world, but you don't wish to step out? It doesn't toss people out does it?"
Azazel shook his head slightly. "As far as I know the creatures in the woods have never successfully attacked anyone, though not from lack of trying. Sometimes they'll claw at the walls of the greenhouse but they can't even scratch it." He did not much like the creatures, he found them to be rather creepy, but Gil already seemed alarmed so he did not mention that. Besides being creeper out by them was basically a matter of opinion anyway. "Oh yes, we're quite capable of defending ourselves, especially now that we have more people." Azazel smiled slightly at the thought of people being launched out of the house, it was fun to imagine. "No I've never heard of something like that happening, It leaves people behind permanently sometimes but it doesn't seem to force them out to explore." He had seen people left behind a couple times, and heard rumors that it happened fairly often when the inn was particularly crowded.
What a roller coaster. Even the wolf and the boys undoubted confidence did little to wash away the smell of fear that grew around her.
"I wonder what we are the only ones who have came.." She said, forgetting about the girl with the fans who had disappeared somehow. You would think a strange building popping up would turn more heads. Perhaps they were the only two brave souls. How unfortunate.
"Why we have came? The house appeared in the middle of the street! It was curious!" He explained, before quickly adding "Oh, and my friend's recommendation of the tavern. Great place." He was poking fun at his original lie when he entered the place. It was quite blatant how bad it was now. "Well that completes our tour, doesn't it?" Curtis pulled at his already-unbuttoned collar. The heat was getting to him. His normal attire on it's own was stuffy, and with the additional heat from the green house it was causing him to get mildly dizzy. Not to mention he didn't finish his tea!
"In conclusion, it could be worse! Better than a London prison, no?"
~~~~~~Azazel was not actually sure about that but he had a theory. "I think it makes it so most people just sort of don't notice the building, it's like they see it but don't really comprehend it's presence unless it's pointed out to them. So people don't really come in much unless they are particularly curious or attentive I think." For all he knew he could be entirely wrong about that point but it was what he thought of the matter. Azazel found Curtis's comment amusing but he managed not to grin, somehow he thought it would not be proper to keep joking around when Gil seemed disturbed by the matter. "Lon-don? Is that a place?" The word was unfamiliar to him but assumed it was the name of the place Curtis was from considering the context of how he used it. "Yes that was most of the interesting places, I'll show you the cave under the inn later." He would have shown them now but he did not want to keep leaving Airi alone so he wanted to get back to the common room.
Though Gil, much like Azazel, knew nothing of London, a prison was a prison. "I wouldn't say being imprisoned in a large space is better than a small.." She told him, assuming what he meant by his statement.
She looked back to the boy. "Cave? Have you navigated the whole thing?" She was curious if there was an escape route. Caves were dingy and dangerous and full of creepy crawlers. The unicorn did not particularly want to venture underground but if it meant being free, so be it.
"What do you mean 'Lon-don, is that a place'?" He was completely baffled. He'd never met anyone who didn't know of it (though he was bias since he'd never wandered much out of his own country, aside from Italy or France). "London, the biggest city, and the- the..!"Curtis had trouble getting any point across, while wanting to say too much at the same time to the two. Then it occurred to him that the boy was a child after all. Maybe if the kid had lived in a country neighboring his, he wouldn't have had the name mentioned to him. With a stern nod, he stated simply "Read about it sometime."
He understood how the library had entertainment value, and even the greenhouse for Gilrin, but the cave? "Ahaaa, I think we will be okay! We will save that one for a rainy day." He proposed, not meaning to intentionally go against what Gilrin is hinting at.
~~~~~~"Well given the choice I would like somewhere larger, not that I would pick here." He also was sure he could escape a mundane prison rather easily. He looked at Curtis for a moment and suppressed a small sigh. " "The biggest city where you are from perhaps." Curtis had clearly not grasped what had happened to him yet. Hopefully that was not the source of his apparent lack of care about the situation. Maybe he would have to explain what he meant by different worlds in more detail. "If I find a book about I will." He did actually mean that, it would be interesting to read about their new friend's city, though he doubted he would find anything about it in the library. "You'll see, it's very nice." He would keep the hotspring like formation in said cave as a surprise for later. "But yes we can save it for another time."