Welcome to Gaia! ::

Inside it is much warmer. The two young women find themselves in a square entry way with benches along the walls. There is a hallway going forward, going left, and going right. The forward hall is short enough that they can see a flight of stairs at the end, where as the halls to the left and right turn, so it is not immediately apparent where they lead.

Cytheria gives Sheridan a grateful smile and moves to sit on one of the benches, leaning her back and head against the wall. Listlessly she places her hands in her lap. "I feel so tired," she murmurs.



((OOC: Sorry this took so long. Things have been crazy here the last several days...it feels like forever though.))

"I think that's a pretty good way to describe the day so far, yes," Cytheria says tiredly, closing her eyes. "I can't say I've ever had one like it before." She sighs softly. "I wonder if it might not be better, though I would hate to think that I might distress my Uncle even further," she muses, raising a hand to her cheek thoughtfully.

((OOC: Couldn't keep away from it?))

Cytheria looks dazed for a few moments. After all, a blue light on her face wasn't what she was expecting. After her surprise fades, she realizes that her tiredness has been washed away. Sitting up straight, she peers at Sheridan. "I didn't know you could do something like that. Forgive me, but you didn't seem like the sort of person who could manipulate magic," she whispers in awe.

"I know nothing about gods," Cytheria says. "Some people worship them, but that is not common anymore. But it was more common in my birthtown than it is in my current town. We simply venerate the Land and all that it gives us." She tilts her head to the side. "Do you mean true Immortals? People who can never die? Or just those who don't age?" she inquires. Standing up, she discovers that her restored energy wasn't just a passing sensation. "That's actually a very good idea. We can at least go to the stairs and see how high they will take us." Moving towards the center hall, she gestures for Sheridan to come with her. "I've never had a sister, or a brother," she notes.

"I think I would have liked a brother better," Cytheria muses. "But what you are describing sounds a little bit like our Lord Shayden. He's been the same age for so long while everyone else ages. Well, there's also his right hand man, from what I've heard, who doesn't age either. I haven't been in that land long enough to know for sure. It could be some sort of elaborate trick for all I know, though I don't know how such a thing would be accomplished."

Slowly they ascend the stairs, the sounds of their footsteps being heard between bits of conversation. After a while they reach a small landing with doors on either side, and a spiral staircase continuing upwards at the far end. "Should we try the doors, or keep going up?" Cytheria asks the younger girl.

"I suppose it would depend on the brother," Cytheria counters. If she thinks of Sheridan as any 'less' it isn't apparent. As far as anyone could tell, she's being polite and makes an effort to consider the other girl's point of view. "I'm an only child because the doctors said it would be dangerous for my mother to have a second child, so she never did." Cytheria shrugs her shoulders and turns her head slightly to the side; it had only been a couple years ago that her parents died, so it wasn't always easy for her to speak of them.

Finally they reach the top of the stairs. There's a trap door above them, and she pushes upwards. At first the wood creaks and protests against the movement. She rests for a moment. "I don't know if I would call the Lord mean. He's very strict, and some of his punishments are harsh, but as long as people follow the laws, he doesn't seem inclined to interfere with people's day to day lives." Looking up she eyes the trap door. "Do you want to try this, or should I give it another go?"

Cytheria's jaw drops slightly and she looks at the younger girl in awe. "I've never seen anyone moved like that. Hopefully no one will get mad that you broke the door. Then again, we haven't really seen anyone else." she says. "Who is Claudette that she could teach you such things?" Then she realizes that she was asked a question. "Yes, doctors are healers.