the house was enormous; it had belonged to her family since long, long ago — the records of the inhabitants were kept somewhere, and it stretched far back, into the tenth, perhaps ninth centuries. back when the humans had primitive kings and still worshiped pagan gods. it had survived for eons, and would no doubt outlive val’shara. whether ky’lar would take up it’s haunted mantle was something to be seen. 

he didn’t have to come find her; he could’ve slipped out and none would see him but the ghosts — and they wouldn’t have relayed the information. but he’d probably stumble on her in the library, where another fireplace crackled with life and flames, under a large painting of her mother, kylar’s grandmother.

_{ky knew he could have slipped out –  maybe should have. the only problem was he didn’t feel like it was needed. no, he may have been quite distant from reality these days, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be decent.}

_{he’d never been into the library before; books may have been his forte once, but he rarely spent time reading them. usually, he avoided them all together aside from a few choice books he’d been dying to get his hands on.}

_{he walked in with his arms calmly behind his back, resisting a comment about how he was going to leave soon, as he moved to stand beside her. no words were actually needed. no, as  much as he’d want to say anything? the most he could do was stand in silence – just to see what the outcome would be.}