[From the instant the blindfolded comes off until she arrives at the torch lit hallway, Soo-Jin is all wide-eyed wonder and non-stop questions. (Actually, let’s be honest, the questions started the moment the blindfold went on and never really let up.) Her poor escort, who has barely been able to get a word in edgewise, looks a little harangued and definitely relieved when it’s time to leave the sylph on her own.
With a distracted wave good-bye, Soo-Jin heads down the stone corridor, the solemnity of which is completely lost on her. Making her way, beaming and practically bouncing on air, she lightly trails her fingers across the walls, wishing she could linger but pressing on all the same.
The little sylph barely notices the thudding of the heavy doors that close behind her as she enters the main room. She’s too busy gawking at the magnificent dragon statue and the sword suspended within it. Hands boldly placed on the table, up on tiptoes she leans forward and tilts her head left and then right to take it all in.
After a brief look at the statue, Soo-Jin rounds the table (ha ha) to get a better view of Wynn, whom she has until now only seen as a distorted image through the crystal dragon. For a brief moment, she stands quietly, hands clasped behind her back, mirroring his pose. However, the silence quickly starts to kill her, so she fakes a small cough and offers a one-word greeting.]
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With a distracted wave good-bye, Soo-Jin heads down the stone corridor, the solemnity of which is completely lost on her. Making her way, beaming and practically bouncing on air, she lightly trails her fingers across the walls, wishing she could linger but pressing on all the same.
The little sylph barely notices the thudding of the heavy doors that close behind her as she enters the main room. She’s too busy gawking at the magnificent dragon statue and the sword suspended within it. Hands boldly placed on the table, up on tiptoes she leans forward and tilts her head left and then right to take it all in.
After a brief look at the statue, Soo-Jin rounds the table (ha ha) to get a better view of Wynn, whom she has until now only seen as a distorted image through the crystal dragon. For a brief moment, she stands quietly, hands clasped behind her back, mirroring his pose. However, the silence quickly starts to kill her, so she fakes a small cough and offers a one-word greeting.]
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