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Rowan continued on the, knowing Aisling was following him. They descended the stairs, passed the other rooms, and back onto the kitchen patio. Here he would stop to put away his now empty glass and wait a moment for Aisling to do the same or get a refill. After that was out of the way, the leocorn lead the gypsy back to the main house and up to the floor of his own room. The walk was silent, as Rowan felt all that could be explained was better left in his room where he would feel he had the most privacy of the issue. He wasn't even sure if Cery knew about him really, he couldn't remember if he had told her anything at all of what happened to him and how he came upon the estate so long ago. His room was dark because the curtains were still drawn, but the door was left open to receive air circulation. He entered first, making sure to kick some books and other knickknacks out of the way so that neither of them would trip in the small space. He drew the blinds open, letting in the sunshine, and as well opened the window to let in the air. A random gust blew in and ruffled his hair, as well as blew some papers off his bed. The main color of the room was red, accented by creams, browns, and some blacks and grays. There was a shelving unit by the end of his bed and small side table near the head of it. On the floor were a few different pairs of pants and shirts, aslo and assortment of books, carving tools, and an extra pair of shoes. He paid no mind to Aisling when they entered, or if she even did; Rowan had his doubts because of the size. Instead, he fumbled around the side of his bed closest to the window, throwing his pillow to the floor, and finally coming up with something in hand. "
I made this soon after I came here.. Out of an old log that reminded me of home. " He would tell her now turning around with a box in hand. It was small and oval in shape, a deep reddish color with light and dark grains running through it. On the sides there were grooves, like cuts, just under where his fingers held it. One might guess that he nicked it with the knife he used to carve it, but the spacing and how it laid perfectly in line with his fingers pointed to something else. On the very top was a symbol, carved into the wood, in the outline of a leocorn beast. From the horn to the mane, to the paws in front and hooves in back, and ending with the curving tail. Rowan looked at it with mixed emotion clear on his face, his golden eyes staring at the symbol on top the box. He lifted a hand and pointed to the symbol as he held it out for Asiling to see. "
That is what I truly am. I carved this so I would not forget" he paused, his fingered curling away for a moment before he drew the box back and undid the latch. He looked up before opening it, wanting to see Aisling's current reaction before anything else, also to give a moment for any further questions or comments.