I would love to get this restored... but I do not think that would be a wise decision, since those familiar with the war might recognize the symbol upon the Princess...
His fingers delicately swept over the torn sections of canvas over the Princess' face. "...it would be far easier if I knew who was an ally and who was not..." He sighed as he straightened himself up and moved about the study. It had been a gradual transformation, but after months of touching up, the damaged space was tolerable. There were some things which the Knight could not take care of himself. The claw marks in various pieces of furniture was not something he could take care of. Perhaps someday if he met a senshi or fellow knight who had a mentioned interest in wood crafting, perhaps he could bring them to this place to analyze the damages.
After assessing the main room, he went to the trophy room, briefly putting his signet against the panel to access this hidden space.
The Trophy room was far more regal to gaze upon in Nysa's humble opinion. It probably had to do with the fact this room did not suffer the same catastrophe as the main one had, thus it was kept completely in tact. It felt like a museum to all of the achievements that his Ancestor had accomplished in his lifetime. It was his Ancestor's constant unseen presence that stopped him from touching the various articles and weaponry. The last thing the grown knight needed was to get scolded by his Ancestor like he was a child.
Nysa brushed his hands through his hair as he passed one of the cases holding two sabres, one of gold and one of silver, crossed in a classic display. Perhaps it was because he had moved the hair out of his line of sight, or perhaps it was because he merely observing that he finally noticed it.
...Another panel?...
It was hidden nearly behind the case, but the young knight knew what it was for. With his ring, he lined it up to access the panel behind it. With the ripple of energy, the panel slid open, revealing yet another space for Nysa to explore. He stood at the frame for a bit, peering in and observing in a nearly cautious manner.
"...Resting quarters?"
Though everything was covered in piles of dust, it certainly seemed as if it was the space where his ancestor would have slept. There was a bed, a small book shelf, and a vanity area. A mirror loomed over the desk in the vanity with a few stray pieces of jewelry and shells.
Though he still held onto the caution he had maintained throughout the whole visit, he dared to step in and make his way to the vanity. There was a slight glint of gold that had caught his attention, and as he drew closer, the shape became more apparent.
With his gloved hand, he picked up the object delicately, using his free hand to brush the dust away.
"...I am not sure why you would have a feathered hairpin, Ancestor... but it is rather lovely..."
It was a rather quaint piece of jewelry. A simple golden rose with a white feather attached to it. However, it was distinctly a hairpin meant for longer hair, which the young knight was quite certain his Ancestor did not possess at any point in time.
With a bit more dusting, he turned the hairpin in his fingers. "...it reminds me of the Pinion of the Sea..." A finger fanned the feather softly.
He spoke up clearly without his eyes even shifting from the jewelry.
"...Ancestor... I will be borrowing this piece." One could not be accused of stealing if they expressly told the original owner of their intent.
Shifting to the mirror and running his hand over the dust to clear out a clean spot, Nysa placed the new object amidst the seashells already decorating the base of his ponytail.
Given a moment or two, his ancestor did not seem to be appearing to express any sort of disapproval. The young Nysa turned his face to different angles, admiring the hairpin as best he could in the dirty mirror. However, when the small dirty mirror did not seem to satisfy the knight's vanity, he turned away with a flourish of his cape.
With the utterance of his oath, he soon enough had vanished from the Wonder, if only to preen in front of a real mirror.
