Complete With a Water Slide

In the How, her eyes and her fingers slipped over the paintings on the cavern walls. In the stifling Telmarine castle, she pours over Doctor Cornelius's precious books and scrolls, a few tapestries bundled away into forgotten corners. In the evenings, she settles into her chair, sitting on a cushion so that she is at a height with her siblings, and listens to a minstrel raise his voice in song.