[ lumine studies him a little intently, wondering if he'll look away again if she tries to meet his gaze. when he doesn't, her smile grows and she walks past him, back into the hallways of the palace. ]

I haven't in all of my travels. But each world will always have something other worlds don't.

[ in this case, a flower that blooms in the darkness of the underground and turns into dust after being plucked. also, mages who seem to have the ability to summon travelers like her and her brother. the world truly is a strange one with its own laws and rules that attempt to bind and shackle her.

or is it its way of telling her to settle and establish her roots in this place?

she pauses in the middle of the corridor, looking as if she's waiting for dainsleif. but it's not long before she chooses another direction, heading down a path towards some unknown location in the palace—or so it seems. her gaze only briefly flickers at the arched windows that lead out into the garden, the inteyvat twinkling in that small space. ]

The palace gate is this way, isn't it? The one that leads out into the city?