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[[ Entering ]]

Aurian made her way slowly from the portal to one of the more important-looking buildings on the island. It looked impressive - the sort of place secret things might be kept. Perhaps more importantly, it was easy to see, so Aurian always had it in sight and could easily navigate her way across the bridges and walkways to find it.

She wasted several minutes outside, staring up at the building. Gold and bright red, it was eyecatching to say the least. A pond filled with colourful fish and pink floating flowers distracted her yet again. Aurian knelt by the pond and trailed her fingers through the cool water - until she spied some Clans members exiting, and then Aurian tried to pretend she'd been merely getting a better look and wasn't wiping a wet hand on her skirt of belts, no. It was a good prompt to actually enter the building, if only to avoid their judging eyes.

Sheesh, this might be the prettiest of all the islands, but the Clan was clearly the most uptight, too.

Aurian made her way up to the second floor, staring and trying to take everything in. This room was filled with rolled up scrolls, was practically wall-to-wall with them. Aurian's heart leapt at the idea of searching them for information - perhaps the mysterious '1999' that had been written on several tomes in Death Clan's great library. Unfortunately, they were all locked up. Aurian pouted. That was no way to treat information - people needed to know things!

She wasn't about to try and break the locks, though, so she turned and continued wandering through the temple.

Wylfenne looked around the temple and noticed that the statues seemed quite asymmetrical. It amused them, and helped to dissolve their low spirits.

They smiled and addressed the ghoul politely:
'Excuse my interrupting your contemplation of the temple. My name's Wylfenne, I am one of the guest students....' - the fae tailed off, waiting for them to show whether they are inclined to continue the conversation.

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Wylfenne smiled a bit apologetically: 'Not too much luck in guessing the clan's riddles. I was here the first week of our training, and the experience was.... amusing, in a way. This temple reminds me of some of the brightest experiences'... - they made a broad gesture and put a special stress on the word 'brightest' as if wanting to dwell on it further but being kept from it by second thought. 'And you, were you a student of the Conquest clan in the second week? Did you have to do all that incense stuff? - they smiled again, at the memory of it. - 'I am sorry, I am not from Amityville, so it all looks so new to me...'

'Well, I took Conquest and Death, and Death had me all.... bewildered. We had a training in trance and guidance, and during it we were killed by the Humans, then saw Humans being killed by the Clans, then saw Halloween turned into ruins by the Clans and Horsemen hunting the Halloweeners', Wylfenne wondered whether during the previous week at the Death Isle was less... life-taking than the time they spent there. - 'What do you think about horsemen, in general?'

Wylfenne furrowed their brows. 'Well, I mean they are distanced - and I don't think they are nasty; they don't care too much about us, but they are not supposed to. Here, on the Isle of Conquest, they have been exquisitely polite; as for the Ambassador, well... He should be one of the nobility, and it explains it. For him, we're all just commoners. and he won't bother about our feelings, so just don't take it personal. What was your experience on the War Isle? Any indications they are preparing something? Did you notice anything suspicious?... and also, who are those Humans with shiny weapons? In our trance class I saw them fighting with the Clansmen, though they lost, of course' - the fae tried desperately to gather information on the questions that seemed vital to her.

In her apology, Lacie retreated back a step. Her foot nearly slipped on the uneven flooring, causing the reaper to look down. Each of the tiles.. were not the same. It wasn't surprising for such a ornate, detail-oriented clan to do so, but at the same time -- it was quite remarkable.

The golden hues of orange reflected in Lacie's golden eyes as she stared, transfixed by them. She felt the overhwleming urge to reach out for them.

Another student entered, and on greeting their new acquaintance, bowed to WYlfenne as well and apologized for interrupting their conversation.

'No need to worry', answered the fae firmly. 'We have not been discussing anything that should be kept a secret; and it concerns everyone anyway I am Wylfenne of the Unseelie Court, pleased to meet you'.