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Post by Ancients on Apr 29, 2015 13:08:57 GMT -8
((OOC: 5/5 SLOTS FULL, SORRRRRRRRY))
With a flick of the wrist and a flash of light it was done. "Non omnes consumentur," she whispered to the old man as his soul passed. Then she was out of the window and into the daylight.
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Perched on the ledge of old man's house, Inkidortes rolled her ticket to home between her thumb and index finger. The yellow petals twirled into a spiral of... more yellow. Great. Really descriptive, Cacira, she thought. She tilted her head to look at the other nearest thing- the sun. Geez, her favorite color seemed to seriously plague her sometimes.
Inkidortes stood, walked along the low roof and made her way towards New York's Historical Society, a museum and library. There wasn't much for her in this human world. she came to do three things: cut threads, buy clothes, and learn. And these three things hardly took up much of her time. Things need to be done at home, which she mulled over as she walked the busy sidewalks with two sheathed swords, completely unnoticed. Still, a quick visit to see the new exhibits at the museum couldn't hurt.
She arrived at the steps of the museum and looked up at the annoying stairs. The ones that were too wide and too many. She sighed and started climbing.
((OCC: So I'm not sure how many of you have used before so here's the run down: just reply! In my experience (which was 5 years ago, so things have probably changed) there's generally not an order to these. Just don't have 10 replies just between you and another person- give someone else a chance!!
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Post by ChurroChariots on Apr 29, 2015 19:06:00 GMT -8
If there was one thing the modern human world was good for, it was museums. Things thought long lost were unearthed and polished and put up for the public to see, as well as items that show the best of an era or artist. Reading about it in a book wasn’t the same as seeing it for yourself, and that was precisely why Alcaeus had plucked a chrysanthemum from the fields and ventured off to New York. With the MET, MoMA, New York Historical Society, and numerous smaller museums scattered in between, there wasn’t much question as to why he picked that place.
He walked down the streets of Manhattan towards the New York Historical Society, hands in his pockets as he watched the crowd of people come and go. New York was like an endless sea, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen it completely void of people. Not that it mattered much, when they never really paid mind to him or anyone else if they could help it. One could bump into another and all that would take place were sour glances as they hurried off to more important things.
As Alcaeus approached the museum, he noticed a certain light-haired woman walking up the steps. If he’d had any doubts about who it was, they were quickly dashed as he saw the sheathed swords she had on her person. Walking a little faster as he got towards the steps, he called out, “Hey, Inkidortes!”
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Post by snip on Apr 29, 2015 20:38:41 GMT -8
Between reap orders, Esther liked to explore.
She'd seen more of the world in her decades as an apprentice than in all her years actually living in it. So many potentials cut short by that horrible person with their horrible knife... but she could see the small blessings that came from being dead.
Just after a reap order, several years into her time as an apprentice, it had occurred to her that she'd never visited a museum.
Granted, she hadn't gotten the chance to visit much of anything (and museums hadn't been the only thing she'd thought of, but that was beside the point). Work and school and a lack of money (along with other factors) meant that she'd been restricted to few places for all of her life -- not her existence, but her life. First her childhood in Seoul, where she'd remained in a blissful (but confined) existence with her parents... at least until the debt incident. Then her remaining youth in Los Angeles, where she'd worked and studied and hoped and died.
What life had constrained, death had provided. It had come with a price, naturally, but she could hardly go and demand a refund.
Since that post-reap realization, she'd visited several museums. They were no small source of fascination, sometimes... her fellow apprentices came in all shapes and sizes from a varying degree of time periods. Their relics lay behind ropes and glass cases for the visiting world (and the dead that walked among them) to view.
Esther found it an interesting insight. Being from such a relatively recent time period herself, she had little to irritably correct, or to proudly behold. But all the same, museums were like great vats of knowledge. And so they remained a site of interest.
A death rate (of approximately) 150 people in New York City was an almost daily occurrence. This provided ample time for a curious apprentice to go sightseeing at a museum -- busy schedule or not.
It shouldn't have come as a surprise to her that a fellow apprentice would be in New York, as well. But then -- oh, then -- she realized who it was.
Inkidortes, the Apprentice Leader. Spotted easily by her white hair and two sheathed swords. Beginning to ascend to stairs of the New York Historical Society, which was Esther's original location and what a coincidence and oh it's Inkidortes --
Esther blinked, suddenly hesitant, stopping in her tracks and unsure of whether to catch up or not.
And then another apprentice was calling Inkidortes' name. Esther frowned, unsure of who he was -- there were so many apprentices that it was hard to place a name to the ones that didn't immediately make a striking impression. She was sure she'd seen him before, but couldn't recall precisely if she had. She certainly couldn't remember a formal introduction.
Al... Al-something. His name started with Al; she was sure of it.
She hesitated for another fraction of a moment, and then she started to make her way towards them.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Apr 29, 2015 21:08:51 GMT -8
It was a nice day out as Sienna wandered the city, making her way to the museum. She liked visiting them, being a part of history of course made it that much more interesting. She'd always kind of been curious about the past, even more so as time went on without her. I mean they'd done a lot since she'd died. Electricity, phones and radio. And then the moon and so much. It had been terribly fascinating learning it alongside the rest of the world really. Although being shorted her life and potential happiness she did find a lot of joy in learning and adapting to this new world she'd been able to watch change with each passing day.
Absentmindedly she fumbled with the strap of her satchel as she rounded the corner to ascend the steps and stopped in place upon seeing a familiar mane of white hair. Ah, how nice to know she wouldn't have to be here alone today. Well, providing the lady didn't mind her tagging along. Someone else moved to greet her first though, someone she'd seen around like a lot of people but she'd not been the biggest initiator of conversations. He'd been here as long as she could recall though making him safe to approach.
With her hands wrapped around her satchel strap in a nervous tick she walked up to them, standing much closer to Ink than AL of course. Someone else moved in their direction as well and she looked them over curiously, silently assessing them like she did everything she seen. "Lady Inkidortes." She greeted calmly while watching the other two a moment before waving shyly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2015 21:15:43 GMT -8
"Wrong." A throaty, feminine voice echoed softly through the corner of the museum, unheard by almost everyone around her. She considered the exhibit--new findings in the ancient Americas--and smiled ruefully. She couldn't blame them for getting some details muddled after so long, but some of it was... fairly far off from what had really happened. Still, they had captured the most important thing--Tenochtitlan had been bright, vivid, lively. Her people, when they'd been alive, had really, really lived.
She shook out her hair again--long, pink, thick and unruly--and smoothed her dress, which was a light-blue piece with geometric patterns of her own design. She had no one to dress up for out here, where so few could see her, but she did so nevertheless.
She skimmed the next paragraph at the exhibit and clicked her tongue, smiling again. "Wrong. So close, but still." She leaned against the glass case to her side--if no one could see her, no one could yell at her for touching the exhibit. Inside, a piece of pottery, lovingly reassembled, looked so achingly familiar to her that her chest squeezed. "You aren't wrong, though, love, are you?" she said to the pot softly. She could still remember hands caked in clay, sweat on her forehead, sun beating down and coaxing her shoulders into a deeper and deeper brown. The smell of dirt and clay and fruit, the children laughing as they run past her. The chatter, the trading, the loud bartering and cursing and laughter and gossip.
She could remember using pots like these to carry water and store her threads and to collect her trinkets for jewelry-making. The paint had faded over centuries of misuse, and there were shards missing, but she could feel it under her calloused fingers, by her side, all day. She sighed quietly and stroked her fingers down the glass, longing to take the pot home. "You shouldn't just sit here. They'll never appreciate you correctly," she murmured to the pot. "But they try. That is all I can ask of them, isn't it?" She laughed, deep in her throat. "I mean, they have faucets now! You should see them! So, really, I understand."
Pushing away from the pot, she almost left, but then reconsidered. "Silly," she chided herself, taking the fabric of her dress and scrubbing at the glass until it no longer bore her fingerprints. No need to make extra work for the janitors, even if they'd never be able to pin it on her.
After she cleaned everything, she stepped back, gave the pot one last loving look, and swallowed a lump in her throat until it was manageable. She muttered something in a tongue that was lost long, long ago and blew a kiss at the exhibit before moving away. She would wander a little longer, maybe see if there was someone here to talk to. Unlikely, but, at the moment, very desired, just to distract her from a long-lasting ache.
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Post by Ancients on Apr 29, 2015 22:17:22 GMT -8
Only a third of her way up the stair case, Inkidortes paused, foot still in midair, at the sound of her name.
"Vorenus, hello." A smile twitched at her lips as she called out to her elder. Strange, he was her elder but yet they were the same age- Oh look, Esther. Inkidortes paused her travels and turned around, waiting for the two to reach her, encouraging Myo with an closed lip smile. Quite an accomplishment to get her to smile like that.
Two's a party, three's a crowd, thought Inkidortes as they neared and so did a newcomer, Stevenson. Lovely. Not that she wasn't glad to see all of them, she really was. Just.... hmm. She just liked her quiet trips sometimes. In any case it was strange how they all ended up in such a place. But then again, maybe not so much, it was a museum, after all.
Natural draw, she supposed.
She watched them as they awkwardly climbed the stairs and chuckled awkwardly as they slowly reached her.
"Lady Inkidortes." Inkidortes inclined her head in response, replying: "Stevenson." One word, but her tone conveyed the respect and appreciation in such a single word. Discreetly she shifted her position so it was more open to Myo and Stevenson - Vorenus likely knew it was only to help the two girls feel more comfortable, not to slight him. At least she hoped he knew.
After a moment of quietly gazing at them, allowing them nervous hellos to be exchanged and whatever else chitter chatter followed, she spoke.
"Time to take a step into the past, shall we?"
And with that cheesy line she (rather rudely) turned on her heel to walk up the wide steps, making her way inside.
((TRIES TO RUSH TO SADIE W/O ALLOWING TOO MANY REACTIONS//SLAPPED//also its 3 am g'night))
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Post by ChurroChariots on Apr 29, 2015 23:06:57 GMT -8
Oh, well, this was more of a gathering than he’d thought it’d be. First Inkidortes, and then two other apprentices that he wasn’t sure he could place names on. He’d seen them, yes, but he didn’t remember ever talking to them. Not properly, anyway. They had to be nice enough, though, if Inkidortes was smiling and using a light tone. He’d have to properly introduce himself to them.
He ascended the stairs, waving a bit to them and giving them a smile. But gods, there were too many steps here for a simple museum, really. He didn't know what architect would want people to be wary before they even entered the building. When he finally caught up he stopped at the step below them. “Hello, don’t think I’ve formally met either of you. Alcaeus Vorenus, though you can just call me Al or follow Inkidortes’ lead and use Vorenus.” He smiled, looking at the two younger apprentices.
He tilted his head a little. These two had to be more recent, as he couldn’t remember seeing them too, too long ago. The taller of the two he thought he’d seen show up more recently than the shorter girl. But really, time seemed to blur together a bit when you were dead for two millennia. He could have been wrong. His gaze slid over to Inkidortes for a moment, raising his eyebrows the slightest bit as he gave her a little smile. He could tell she was trying to look more receptive to the others, and he wasn’t really put out by it. More important to put newer people at ease, really.
He laughed a bit at Inkidortes’ quip, not loud enough for her to get too upset about, before motioning to the two girls and following after the leader.
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Post by snip on Apr 30, 2015 1:20:54 GMT -8
Esther tried to hurry as fast as she could without seeming undignified. Undignified was the last thing she wanted to be, whether in front of two apprentices she still had to make a first impression upon or their respected leader.
The male apprentice waved and smiled, and Esther was relived to learn that his name was, in fact, Al. Kind of. Alcaeus Vorenus wasn't a name she recognized as commonly used... but then again, neither were many of the other names of the many apprentices she had met and/or heard of in her time as one.
She might have wanted to laugh at it, actually. Alcaeus Vorenus, Branta canadensis, Raphanus sativus -- his name sounded more like a scientific name than the name of an actual person... but she managed to hold her tongue, just barely. Teasing was for casual company on equal ground.
Instead of laughter, she managed a scoff that might have been mistaken for being winded. Hurrying up stairs could do that to a person. She managed a nod at Vorenus, and then at the other, quieter apprentice, and then turned back to the main person of attention.
"선배 Inkidortes," she managed. It might have been too quiet, but repeating a greeting didn't seem like a sensible thing to do.
And then Inkidortes made a joke, and afterwards there was no time to wave or exchange more of a greeting; she was turning to go inside.
Vorenus motioned for the other two to follow; Esther did so quietly, unknowing of what was inside (she'd never been to this particular museum before) or what was to come.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Apr 30, 2015 21:19:52 GMT -8
Sienna blinked a few times as Inikdortes referred to her by the last name she had given upon showing up as an apprentice, fresh from her tragic life. It was her name to some degree, or it would've been anyhow and she felt attached to it even still after all these years. Clutching the tail of her jacket with both hands she looked at the others. "Ah h-hello." She greeted, her hand releasing her jacket long enough to wave again before quickly returning to it's previous position. She was always a self conscious person at heart, but she often regressed when in the company of other apprentices. Not that she thought they were judging her or anything. She did enough of that on her own anyhow. No, she just simply was a timid person at heart and strangers meant a general first impressions and she liked people to at least think she wasn't a total wash out.
Smiling a little at the joke from their leader she followed after her, unintentionally sticking quite close while still being able to move quickly and stay out of the way. She was quite good at that kind of thing. Occasionally her golden eyes would drift to one of the other three. She'd met Citlal of course, she was hard to forget after all. But the other two were interesting. The girl seemed a bit more like her in the sense that they weren't very open. Meanwhile the guy gave off that 'long-lived' vibe she got from older people she'd run into from time to time. Well not older in the literal sense.
Of course her investigative glances and looks were done discreetly and she tried to not get caught letting hr gaze linger too long on one individual. She was just curious was all, and too darn shy to ask, preferring to remain in the dark rather than speak up. Besides she'd soon have museum things to look at. She enjoyed these kinds of places immensely. So much information and despite it being her past some of it had at one point been her future. it was an interesting notion to say the least.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 21:57:40 GMT -8
Unwillingly, Citlal recited a verse from a small poem to herself as she wandered through the next exhibit without really paying attention to it. "Huel ya cuica ye nican, xiuhtototl quetzal tzinitzcan, ya quechol achtohua, moch on quinanquilia, ayacachlli huehuetl, Ohuaya Ohuaya." She tried to translate it in her head--it was less beautiful in English. "Beautifully... sing here, the turquoise bird, the quetzal, the... trogon: the macaw’s song presides, and all the jingling rattles and drums answer, Ohuaya Ohuaya." She wrinkled her nose, reminiscing about the poetry and song festivals that her city used to put on centuries ago. She liked the poems far better in her own native tongue. Her accent grew thicker with every single word, dredging up syllables that were pronounced with love.
She rounded a corner before realizing she was going near the entrance of the museum. Whoops. She still had more to see. She started to turn, but not before catching sight of a familiar face. Her entire expression lit up like it was Christmas morning before she went sprinting over the museum floor.
"Al!" she cried, slamming into Al in a tight embrace around his torso that most likely moved them both. She laughed, stumbling backward and away from him after squeezing him tightly, and brushed her hair out of her face. "Oh, it's been so long! It was so funny, my friend has been watching all of the--oh heavens, they're, um... right!" She snapped her fingers, talking quickly, excitedly. "She's been watching movies that she claims shaped modern-day Hollywood cinema--I don't know, it's a thing of hers recently--and I've joined watching a couple of them out of curiosity, and we watched that one that has the Christian god in it. Jesus, right?" She squinted her eyes, thinking for a second, and then nodded. "Yes, Jesus. The movie was called... Ben-Hur!" She grinned up at him, obviously delighted. "And this movie, Ben-Hur, it has the most glorious chariot-racing scene near the end, it was so thrilling, and I was clutching my hands during the entire thing, full-on bated breath, and I thought of you!" Prodding his chest, she grinned wider. "It was just so, so exhilarating, even just to watch, and I remembered those stories you told me, and it was just glorious, all of it. You must've been so magnificent."
Only after that entire narrative did she realize that the male apprentice in front of her was accompanied by others. Stepping back with a flush of embarrassment, she smiled at the entire group, before recognizing one of them as the Apprentice Leader. Her expression softened to one of respect, and she inclined her head toward the woman with a careful dip in her neck and torso. "Inkidortes, hello!" she greeted, still chipper, but more subdued, now. "Hello to all of you. Forgive me. I was enthused. History will do that to me."
Ever the forward, extroverted, friendly woman, she linked her arm through Al's, who was a long-time acquaintance of hers. She didn't know if he considered them friends, but they had spent too many centuries in HQ to not have met and talked before. She tugged him forward, walking with a hop in her step. "You're here to visit the museum, then, all of you? They have new exhibits, all of which are very well-curated. I'm actually impressed, and it'll be good to view them with company now!" She flashed a wide, happy smile at everyone in the group, having buried all her sadness and memories in the joy of company and the easiness of chatter.
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Post by Ancients on May 2, 2015 8:47:58 GMT -8
It seemed they had only just crossed the threshold of the museum when yet another apprentice joined them. Quite comically, in fact. It seemed she had quite a bit to say to Vorenus. She also took quite a bit of time to notice Inkidortes and the others- not that that was necessarily a bad thing.
"Citlalicue of Tenochtitlan." Inkidortes nodded in respect, slightly dismayed of the new more subdued girl. "Enthusiasm due to any topic should never be softened, I should think. Nothing, nothing at all, to be sorry for." Especially history. The origins of all were of an utmost importance, for this is what ties and apprentice to their sanity and purpose over the years.
With a hop and a sharp incline of energy once again, the Aztec took the Vorenus' arm and was off, speaking of the new exhibits. Inkidortes took a moment to check on the other children, Stevenson and Myo, who remained close to her. She had little to say, but much to observe. "It seems we have attained an excellent tour guide, girls."
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Post by ChurroChariots on May 2, 2015 9:48:29 GMT -8
What a quiet group he’d run into. Inkidortes he was used to, certainly, but the other two—Myo and Stevenson?—were new to him. It might have been why he’d never properly paid attention to them. Quiet people just...naturally didn’t draw much attention to themselves, and they likely liked it that way. Myo seemed like it might be the latter, or that it was just part of her demeanor, but Stevenson seemed like she was just on the shyer side.
He didn’t get to mull over it for long, though, because a familiar voice and the force of someone knocking into him sent his thoughts tumbling out of his head as his feet likewise stumbled backwards. He blinked, looking down to see a mane full of pink hair and realized it had to be Citlal.
“Citlal!” he grinned, ruffling her pink hair. He laughed, listening attentively. Citlal could talk a mile a minute but it wasn’t so hard to keep up with her after a while, and he nodded, “Ben-Hur? I’ve never seen it—it’s hard to see movies around here when no one can really tell you what’s playing.” He laughed again, completely flattered by her enthusiasm and her comment, “You see? it’s everything I told you it’d be! It’s even better in person, and I can only hope I was.”
He looked away when she’d stepped back and said hello to Inkidortes, coming back to the realization that he was with others and they might have felt awkward about the whole exchange. He smiled apologetically, “Sorry.” Neither of them had meant to exclude the others, really. It’s just…chariot racing. You had to give your undivided attention to talk about chariot racing, really. And even if Inkidortes was alright with it, it was only right to offer an apology.
When Citlal linked arms with him, he looked down, smiling. Citlal was chipper and affectionate, and her appearance might have elevated any awkwardness he was feeling. Being with a quiet group was fine and all, but with people you didn’t know, any silence you had could easily turn from good to awkward and there wasn’t really much you could do about it without potentially making things worse.
“How much of the museum have you seen already? Know any good exhibits we have to see?”
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Post by snip on May 2, 2015 10:46:47 GMT -8
The pink-haired one had arrived.
Names were thrown around (thankfully friendly ones) -- if there was any doubt in anyone's mind that their names were Citlal and Al, it had been vanquished entirely.
Esther hid stood behind Inkidortes and observed their interactions. Hug, talk, enthusiasm -- followed by temporary embarrassment at having neglected the others. It stood to reason that they knew each other; if she recalled correctly, they had both been here a long time. A very long time.
Time seemed to stretch when the goal you were working to was at the end of it all, and the years she'd been dead felt like many (even though she might still be alive if that incident hadn't occurred), but her decades seemed to pale in comparison to their centuries.
Old-timers. She wasn't sure whether she should feel respect (likelier in the long run) or discomfort (likely in the short one).
And then there was the shy one. Ste-ven-son? That couldn't possibly be her first name, but Esther admittedly didn't know what it could be. There didn't seem time or place to ask, either. She'd barely glanced toward the other girl... but perhaps she liked it that way. She wasn't going out of her way to make herself the center of attention. It seemed that she, too, was comfortable remaining by Inkidortes and merely observing.
Esther could understand that sentiment. Perhaps not the exact sentiment, but a very similar one.
Citlal and Al had darted off towards the exhibits, leaving the rest to follow.
"It seems we have attained an excellent tour guide, girls." Inkidortes had spoken to them -- her judgment was unlikely to be wrong, Esther reasoned, so she nodded, glancing at first Inkidortes and then back to Citlal and Al, who seemed to be making their way towards their intended destination at the speed of light.
"Indeed."
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Post by mrslayton44 on May 2, 2015 17:39:08 GMT -8
Sienna watched curiously as Citlal came bounding over, nearly taking out the male in her excitement. She then proceeded to prattle on about a movie and chariots and how it reminded her pf him. This made her assume Al had been around while there had been chariots which was way more than a thousand years back. Mercy, he must be ancient. Having already met the hyper female she was fine with her presence really. And looked on in amusement as she dragged the guy off to see something.
A guide was nice and she smiled a little to herself as they slowly began following them. Coming to a museum with others was a lot nicer than going alone. Her gaze flicked to Myo a moment before returning to their leader and then off at the exhibits around them always willing and ready to learn something new.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 18:24:51 GMT -8
The smile on Citlal's face only widened as Inkidortes spoke with approval, which she hadn't expected. She was well-aware that she could be... overwhelming. After hauling Al away, she chatted at a lower volume but with just as much speed, gesturing animatedly with the hand that wasn't hook through Al's arm. She also attempted to fix the hair he'd ruffled but eventually gave up--chunky, ruffled waves looked great on her, anyway. "I'm sure you were! It's such a tragedy that my people didn't have horses. I would've given good gold to see you race, though!" She reconsidered that, laughed and jingled her bracelets at him. "Not these, though. I like them too much."
Considering his question and the others behind her, she started ticking off exhibits on her fingers to the entire group. "Welcome, everyone!" she teased. "I'll be your personal tour guide today! Over that way is a massive toy train collection--the Jerni collection--which is just beautifully curated. It involves theatrical lighting, an ambient audio 'soundscape,' whatever that is, and other visual stuff. They've really tried to make it immersive, so it ended up gorgeous. There's some ancient American pottery they've collected--my personal favorite," she teased, putting a hand to her chest. "Some details are wrong and the paint is faded, though. I wish they knew how vivid our artifacts really were."
She paused at a crossways and continued thinking, pointing down several directions. "That way is an exhibit about the cultural trade and immigration between China and the United States. Over there, they've finally revealed Taddeo Gaddi’s Maestà, which they spent two years trying to touch up and preserve. It is stunning. He used gold leaf in the most exquisite manners. There's also the Tiffany lamp collection, which has over a hundred lamps by Eva Jiřičná. They're the beautiful glass ones with so much color. Being in there is breathtaking."
Turning back to the group, she laughed slightly. "That's all that I've seen so far. The Tiffany lamp collection is highly recommended--it feels like you're in a fantasy realm of some sort! I haven't been through the rest of the museum, so you'll have to discover it with me!"
Giving Al's arm another tug, she grinned up at him, gesturing outward with a flare of her hand and a tingling of her bracelets. "Lead the way, darling! Whatever sounds interesting. Although I don't recommend seeing my people's exhibit unless you want a long-winded talk about how much was lost. It crushes the very core of my soul," she teased. "Like a little grape."
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