WR10 Rd.II - Leaves

A third pattern of green marble stretched out beneath his feet, highlighting yet another Triskelion worked into the pattern of the floor.  Zephyr sidestepped it as he followed Lilawen through the halls of the palace.  He couldn't put his finger on why, exactly, but he felt uncomfortable stepping on the three-pointed, intertwined knot.  Supposedly the Triskele was a sacred symbol to the Elves of Norelas.  Not that he would know, having lost all of his memories five years ago.  If he'd once followed his people in their worship of Aishallah, Nefretha, and Shaelindë, he had no recollection of it.  All his own meager experience had taught him was that it was a bad idea to anger a god.

They passed out yet another door, this one wider than any of the others they'd stepped through so far.  The door lead to a wide path laid with slabs of black slate.  The path was completely enclosed by trees, the thin trunks of aspens standing side-by-side with only a few inches of room to peer out between each.  Glimpses of green lawns flashed between the white of the bark as he walked, though Zephyr found his eyes drawn to the canopy above him.  The branches of the aspens had been coaxed into growing together, one row of trees meeting the other in a perfectly-groomed archway.  With autumn just beginning to descend, the emerald leaves were swiftly turning gold, giving the sunlight filtering through the leaves such beautiful, multifaceted hues that for a moment, Zephyr had to pause and stare, transfixed.

"My Prince?"

Zephyr's eyes snapped up.  He quickly mastered the surprise in his eyes, giving Lilawen his typical, collected look.

"Coming."  His booted feet overturned a fallen leaf as he followed the red-robed Ambassador through the next door.