Rowan sat at the desk, he began to make a list of chores he should tend to before Cery had to remind him. He almost didn't notice Aisling exit the closet and run for the staircase. He side glanced at here and sighed. Looks like I scared her, he thought to himself, I'll have to be more careful with humans. So sensitive. He shook his head lightly at the thought and finished his list. It names various outdoor things like to trim bushes and the small trees, weed the flowers around the main house, sweep the porches, and other alike things. It wasn't that Rowan minded doing them, but he'd much rather bath in the sunshine or wander hunting grounds. There were no hunting grounds of him here, however, and no time to sit in the sun when the environment was ever-changing. Soon, he got up from the desk, took the small paper with his list, and made his way outside. He would start by sweeping the open kitchen and patio, grabbing the broom from a closet on the way upstairs. As he was outside, Rowan stepped into the sunshine, feeling the warmth. He briefly closed his eyes... Warm, soft grass, yellow mountain flowers, then a flash of green light and shards of sparkling glass. His eyes snapped open again, a low growl emitting from his throat. He suddenly notices his reaction and cleared his throat, shook his head side to side as if to be rid the memories, and began to sweep.
The open kitchen didn't take long and Rowan continued on to the stairs that connected it to the main house patio. Fallen leaves and flower petals fell down the steps as he made his way, the pollen that floated by made him sneeze. He looked up at the second house, curiously wondering if he scared Aisling that bad. He hadn't hurt her, in fact he saved her before in the illusion. Rowan didn't understand her, or Cery, but currently Cery made more sense than Aislng to him! His face relaxed to his usual look, blank and watchful, and he kept sweeping.
After a while, Rowan completed his tasks. He made his way to the open kitchen again to pour himself some tea that was left in the fridge. He sipped it casually as he left his mind drift. Behind outside calmed him, the sunshine made him relax as it warmed his skin. He let out a breath and closed his eyes. He drew in through his nose, and sniffed the summer-scented air. He noticed Aisling had not come back down from where he room supposedly was. He thought this may be a good things, but knew if he and a guest would be on bad terms then she'd get reprimanded a some point by Cery. A doodle-servant passed him, taking up fresh towels to the bathrooms it looked like, after which Rowan formulated an idea. Getting another glass, he poured more tea, filling both cups, and started his way up the stairs. He passed through the sculpture gallery, making sure not to knock any over as he did, and within a few minuted arrived at what was Aisling's open room. The leocorn was stopped outside one of the doorways, a curtain ruffled around the corner by the breeze that came up from outside. He looked at both his hands, currently occupied and then glanced at the plaque that read the room number; G29. Not wanting to intrude, though that seemed difficult when the room had no doors, Rowan lightly kicked the wall as a way of knocking. the leocorn would only peer around the corner if there was an answer.