Worlds Apart
For the first time in as long as you can remember, you're suddenly struck by the urge to just wander around the building you've been raised in. Of course, you have seen other parts of the building - but you've never been anywhere other than your quarters and the Great Hall without at least one of your tutors escorting you in a group.
As you begin walking past the Great Hall, the Guardian places his hand on your arm. When you look at him, he gives a firm shake of his head.
For a few moments, you just look at him. Finally, the Guardian lowers his hand from your arm. You resume walking, not looking around at the others. You're not even sure they really notice you leaving.
You walk along the cold, white halls, your feet following a familiar path, until you come to a fork in the corridor. To the left is the training room; to the right is the library.
As you begin walking past the Great Hall, the Guardian places his hand on your arm. When you look at him, he gives a firm shake of his head.
For a few moments, you just look at him. Finally, the Guardian lowers his hand from your arm. You resume walking, not looking around at the others. You're not even sure they really notice you leaving.
You walk along the cold, white halls, your feet following a familiar path, until you come to a fork in the corridor. To the left is the training room; to the right is the library.