Her walk about the Old Temple district had been a rather nice one. The chill within the air kept many off the streets, making it for a rather uneventful night. It also gave her the quiet to enjoy the sights that had been around her. The many religious structures are what caught her eyes the most. There was some — well, she couldn't quiet put a word to it. If she could" There was just something strangely beautiful about the architecture.
That was till she came to something that looked rather out of place in her newly acquired territory.
The Lights. The Glam. ...The Lights..!
Even Nayuns eyes couldn't help but be fixated on the sight of that Casino. The small one of five feet would find herself drawn to it like a moth to a fire...but upon stepping through that grand entrance" She'd find herself stopped and asked a question.
ID. Identification. That's what the man wanted.
By the looks of him he must of been security. This caused Nayun to purse her lips.
"...I'm the new Baron of this district.."
But it looks like she wasn't taken seriously. The next thing the girl knew? She'd be ushered out from the casino and left out the cold of the night.
The girl turned and gave one last look to the casino with a perked brow. "....Something about this is not right.." No, not speaking of the fact that she had just been escorted out of the place; but something more. It stuck out like a sore thumb, and even more it seemed to clash with the peaceful look offered by the First Catholic Church of Rhy'Din stationed only a street or so away.
Nayun wasn't a religious person. Gods, Goddesses, it was something she never exactly cared about. The guardians of Adenna are in the physical. You can feel, touch, even harm them in the slightest of ways...but their power was something to be respected - and that is why the people prayed and gave offerings to them for their blessings and good will...But, to believe in something with no physical form' She couldn't understand it - but, she could respect it. Which was why she gave a glance off into the distance at the church and then back to the casino...After that' What came would only be a shake of her head before walking away.
"....Perhaps I'll speak with whoever is in charge...but, for now.."
For now it was too late. Fifteen minutes would pass and she'd find herself back at the abandoned church that was used as the Barons Manor. Pushing her way past doors and moving inside of the large holy building to see that her requests had been answered...answered a little too well. Candles had been placed about that well made bed, lit and ready for her return. Not only that, but the table she asked to be moved from the office into the main church chamber had also been there.
It wouldn't be long before that red cloak was discarded and draped over a moved pew. Nayun stepped closer to the floored bed, turned about, and simply fell back to allow herself to come crashing down onto the softness of it. Eyes looked about the church...it was hauntingly beautiful — the way the moonlight shimmed through stain glass windows depicting people the girl didn't know.
"...It feels...so lonely." She'd say while drawing her sheathed katana closer. Her body shifting then, turning onto it's side before her small form began to curl about the weapon she hugged so close to her chest.
That was till she came to something that looked rather out of place in her newly acquired territory.
The Lights. The Glam. ...The Lights..!
Even Nayuns eyes couldn't help but be fixated on the sight of that Casino. The small one of five feet would find herself drawn to it like a moth to a fire...but upon stepping through that grand entrance" She'd find herself stopped and asked a question.
ID. Identification. That's what the man wanted.
By the looks of him he must of been security. This caused Nayun to purse her lips.
"...I'm the new Baron of this district.."
But it looks like she wasn't taken seriously. The next thing the girl knew? She'd be ushered out from the casino and left out the cold of the night.
The girl turned and gave one last look to the casino with a perked brow. "....Something about this is not right.." No, not speaking of the fact that she had just been escorted out of the place; but something more. It stuck out like a sore thumb, and even more it seemed to clash with the peaceful look offered by the First Catholic Church of Rhy'Din stationed only a street or so away.
Nayun wasn't a religious person. Gods, Goddesses, it was something she never exactly cared about. The guardians of Adenna are in the physical. You can feel, touch, even harm them in the slightest of ways...but their power was something to be respected - and that is why the people prayed and gave offerings to them for their blessings and good will...But, to believe in something with no physical form' She couldn't understand it - but, she could respect it. Which was why she gave a glance off into the distance at the church and then back to the casino...After that' What came would only be a shake of her head before walking away.
"....Perhaps I'll speak with whoever is in charge...but, for now.."
For now it was too late. Fifteen minutes would pass and she'd find herself back at the abandoned church that was used as the Barons Manor. Pushing her way past doors and moving inside of the large holy building to see that her requests had been answered...answered a little too well. Candles had been placed about that well made bed, lit and ready for her return. Not only that, but the table she asked to be moved from the office into the main church chamber had also been there.
It wouldn't be long before that red cloak was discarded and draped over a moved pew. Nayun stepped closer to the floored bed, turned about, and simply fell back to allow herself to come crashing down onto the softness of it. Eyes looked about the church...it was hauntingly beautiful — the way the moonlight shimmed through stain glass windows depicting people the girl didn't know.
"...It feels...so lonely." She'd say while drawing her sheathed katana closer. Her body shifting then, turning onto it's side before her small form began to curl about the weapon she hugged so close to her chest.