The surest sign of strength
that I have ever seen
is gentleness
The Regent thought he might like Delumine's gardens more than the castle, she'd said as much on first delivering him to the Library, but there's always been something hauntingly beautiful about medieval era constructions to the mule. He's fascinated by them, by their extreme contrasts, how these massive fortresses of apparently plain, roughly cut stone held together by crude cement so often hide the most extravagantly rich and decorated interiors, much the same as later renaissance pirates cannily buried their priceless treasures on unassuming spits of sandbar in the middle of the ocean.that I have ever seen
is gentleness
Maybe it's that he fancies himself a bit of a castle that way, with all his valuable assets hidden behind a blocky face and comically long ears. Whatever the reason, he does enjoy the castle, walking leisurely up and down the long corridors, occasionally pausing to inspect a painting or a carving, to admire the tenacity of the creeping ivy vines that wriggle their way into ever-widening cracks in the mortar.
He likes the way sunlight spears into the loftily roofed chambers in visible rods of brilliance that shimmer with motes of dust as he passes and wonders idly if any original panes of stained glass might still be in tact somewhere among the outer rooms. That would be lovely to see, he thinks. So often these fragile relics deteriorate to nothing, either through violence or simply the faults of long outdated crafting methods.
As he wanders, Willfur's large, narrow hooves ring on the cobble floor, not by force, but weight, and not so loud as to be disturbing, but with enough noise to gently remind the otherwise silent ruins that they are not yet dead and abandoned.
@Ipomoea
