The small procession moved through the elegant corridors. Ricki giggled when her mom reached out and touched the walls. Brilliant threads of gold shot out against the black stone before fading. She listened absently to her parents talking about how they could use it as an attraction or part of one of the shows.
Her focus was on the beautiful paintings and the artwork on display. Different pictures hung along the corridors depicting a variety of time periods in Elpidios’ history. She could spend weeks studying the ones in this corridor alone.
Releasing a sigh, she realized she was falling behind the others and hurried to catch up with them as they turned the corner. She stopped when she bumped into a woman turning the corner from the opposite direction. The impact knocked the notepad out
