The light dimmed as the dark figures emerged from their transport. The faint hum of the vehicle seemed the only real sound to emanate from the otherwise restful quiet of the vast manse of Lord Orethion. Trees loomed like sparse sentinels over the grounds, keeping watch on the small keep. They rustled lightly in a faint breeze, but even that was short lived, giving way back to the silence that seemed to seep out of the soil.
Two-by-two, the shrouded figures filed out, silhouettes against the moonlight, made all the more inscrutable by their veils and robes. Finally, one reached out a hand and another shadow emerged into the night. Jun-Tsu gazed at the tip of the old temple-turned-mansion letting her hand fall from her sister's grasp. A faint smirk played on her lips beneath her shroud.
The softness of fabric brushing against metal drew her attention from her temporary home, to a small shade that joined by her side, "Vhat do you zhink, mein dahrling?"
A pale hand slipped from her robes, to offer to the veiled child. "It iz not Korriz, but it vill be home....for now."
