Taking It All In

It seemed like forever before Islana was retrieved from her room. Without anyone else here, nothing much to do, and the immediate threats to her life that normally occupied her time on her own not in the room with her at the moment, Islana found her mind wandering from one topic to another but eventually the young woman wanted a break from that as well.

She remembered Gonyaul being able to sit cross-legged within his own thoughts for what seemed like an exceptionally long time. Islana never did seem to be able to grasp that ability completely. She really didn't think most people could but it would be a very useful skill, right now.

Thoughts drifted into deeper territory, at which point the redhead decided that was enough of that for the moment. Instead, it was time to focus on the more immediate situation. The danger which Islana figured would present itself eventually.

It had been in her thoughts that it was just as likely the threat was internal, rather than external. She hadn't linked the men in the black robes to the killing of the Penitents, because they had only threatened her and noone else she was with, at the time. There was just too much she didn't know. That though meant danger was a possibility, still and Islana wanted to be as ready as she could.

So, the huntress practiced with both the knife and the walking stick as much as she could, inside the small room. She wasn't an expert in either and her injuries were problematic to using them but still, it was something useful to do. The redhead really missed having a bow and arrow but survival had occurred without them and would continue to do so.

By the time the woman came and got Islana, she was resting her ankle again. The knife and walking stick were with her as they made their way through the empty corridors and into a large room.

The large table and chairs were noticeable, even more so that they were empty. The colors from the sun shining through the stained glass windows showed displays of colored prisms on the walls and floor.

The windows were quite beautiful, in their artistry, even if the young witch didn't understand the images displayed on them. The walls though held far more familiar symbols. Water, dust, The Twins.

As she leaned slightly on the walking stick, to adjust her weight completely off her bad ankle, her head and eyes looked upward. The pattern on the dome was unique, possibly of a sandstorm. She had enough time to take it all in as she stood there and wondered about what would come next.