The child was wandering. Her brother, busy with some lesson or another, had been forgotten once more, and the princess, with a Turtle as her guide and mount, was taking free reign of Nightmare. Though she had not stopped to speak with anyone, at her direction, she was one by one being shown the location of the various lairs and being told about the second levels they belong to. Some of them she would have to make special note to visit later.
Her direction, however, had led them somewhere new. A long-forgotten passage, leading to a domain the Turtle did not know. What a strange place... The Turtle was nervous, but silent. It had learned that it was not to speak unless spoken to. Selph slid off its back to land among the skulls, and shifting her staff into the crook of her elbow, she picked one up. Were these all gathered from victims, or simple decor that the owner of this lair liked? She couldn't tell. Peering down the mountain, she spied a pool. How curious... Where was the owner of this place, she wondered. It couldn't possibly belong to Master, could it? It didn't feel like him.
