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Andraste quietly hummed to herself as she nonchalantly picked flowers. She did not dwell on the fact that she was in one of the most secluded chambers within the temple. It was off limits to acolytes, mainly because it was bathed in luxury. Much like Royston Spekter's extravagant room, this area was decorated with flowers, paintings and other aesthetic pleasures. This looked more like a chamber for discussions and meetings than living quarters. It had a chill hanging within the atmosphere, which clung to her skin.
She was not aware of her surroundings at the moment, simply focusing on the task at hand. She had been habitually stealing from this area, taking as many flowers as she wished. She hadn't been caught yet, though she did not exactly hide. In fact, she had a music box opened next to her from which a tragic, melodious tune resonated. She had acquired it from Royston, and had since carried it with her everywhere.
She lifted a flower to her face, inhaling deeply. She smiled at the sweet scent. She studied the details of the petals, tilting her head and drinking in every last curve and fold. She would recreate the flower by using the Force and manipulating sand. Ever since Lord Vereor had executed the trick to build a glass dome in the desert, she had been fascinated by the prospect of creating things out of sand, particularly flowers. And so, she quietly hummed, putting that flower away and reaching for another.
She was not aware of her surroundings at the moment, simply focusing on the task at hand. She had been habitually stealing from this area, taking as many flowers as she wished. She hadn't been caught yet, though she did not exactly hide. In fact, she had a music box opened next to her from which a tragic, melodious tune resonated. She had acquired it from Royston, and had since carried it with her everywhere.
She lifted a flower to her face, inhaling deeply. She smiled at the sweet scent. She studied the details of the petals, tilting her head and drinking in every last curve and fold. She would recreate the flower by using the Force and manipulating sand. Ever since Lord Vereor had executed the trick to build a glass dome in the desert, she had been fascinated by the prospect of creating things out of sand, particularly flowers. And so, she quietly hummed, putting that flower away and reaching for another.