It was an absent sort of singing, less any particular performance and more just something done to fill the silence as she went about her business. The young lady was in that tower-top room, inspecting the pages that were set out on a table, a look of concentration on her face as she picked one up to inspect it.
It looked like it ought to have been notes on star positions -- an astronomy study? -- but it was hard to tell, from a distance. Quill and ink and more paper was still sitting out on the table, a stack of old books beside them. The walls were all but lined with large stained-glass windows, and at least from the inside, it was clearer than not that the lowly conical roof was actually fairly special, made of a mosaic of tinted glass rather than fully opaque, another kind of artistic feat that left the light filtering down through it to blend into near whiteness by the time it reached the lower half of the big room, allowed in by the canopy-curtains being pulled and tied aside for it. Plants grew bushily in their pots near the windows, and hung down in long tendrils covered in flowers from pots suspended from the rafters, as well as having climbed up from planters set out by the dainty railing around a stairway down to the rest of the castle through the tower, using said railing as a trellis. A telescope of some sort was sitting just inside the doorway, off to the side... it was an observatory of some kind, and a sunroom....
And the singing's source... She was a teenager, maybe? A younger adult? Black hair, loose and vaguely wavy, hung to about the middle of her back, her bangs twisted up to where they were tied behind her head with purple ribbon and fresh flowers. Her ears' tops were in view in that style, subtle points indicating that possibility that she wasn't quite human, though she looked it otherwise, from behind. She wore her usual flowy black dress with apparent stained-glass panes of dark purple that faded up into the rest of it along its hems, extra fabric falling down behind her like a cape.... If someone were familiar with Mallia already, her identity wouldn't be at all difficult to guess.
She hadn't noticed him just yet, intent as she was on the paper in her hands....
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It looked like it ought to have been notes on star positions -- an astronomy study? -- but it was hard to tell, from a distance. Quill and ink and more paper was still sitting out on the table, a stack of old books beside them. The walls were all but lined with large stained-glass windows, and at least from the inside, it was clearer than not that the lowly conical roof was actually fairly special, made of a mosaic of tinted glass rather than fully opaque, another kind of artistic feat that left the light filtering down through it to blend into near whiteness by the time it reached the lower half of the big room, allowed in by the canopy-curtains being pulled and tied aside for it. Plants grew bushily in their pots near the windows, and hung down in long tendrils covered in flowers from pots suspended from the rafters, as well as having climbed up from planters set out by the dainty railing around a stairway down to the rest of the castle through the tower, using said railing as a trellis. A telescope of some sort was sitting just inside the doorway, off to the side... it was an observatory of some kind, and a sunroom....
And the singing's source... She was a teenager, maybe? A younger adult? Black hair, loose and vaguely wavy, hung to about the middle of her back, her bangs twisted up to where they were tied behind her head with purple ribbon and fresh flowers. Her ears' tops were in view in that style, subtle points indicating that possibility that she wasn't quite human, though she looked it otherwise, from behind. She wore her usual flowy black dress with apparent stained-glass panes of dark purple that faded up into the rest of it along its hems, extra fabric falling down behind her like a cape.... If someone were familiar with Mallia already, her identity wouldn't be at all difficult to guess.
She hadn't noticed him just yet, intent as she was on the paper in her hands....