Aria walked her halls endlessly. Her feet made almost no sound on the marble palace floors, so she could walk for hours without disturbing anyone, even in the middle of the night. Except for the guards, of course, but they were already up. She smiled at them as she passed, and they still looked startled when they met her eyes. Her father would never have looked at them, let alone smiled.
As Aria walked, she allowed her mind to wander into all the different crevices and cracks around her, the abyss of the unknown, hoping that somehow, answers would come to her. She thought about the power of being a warrior in this place as well as being a relative of the whisperer. She also was part of the whisperer line, so those threads were in her, too. She would need all of it, all of her strength.
