In front of a rather large grand intimidating building a balam maiden stood at the base of the stairs. This was the center of much of the dark tribe's culture. The Nantlil had been here time to time to watch the plays. Midna having been told by one of the actresses; what was her name again? Midna wondered absently her mind wandering over the detail of the other dark Nantlil. That one she was two shades of purple. The actress had told her about the mirrors they used for the lighting. They were quite large, as Midna had been learning to scribe scrolls and carve stone tablets in the library, she'd been tempted to try such things on another material; a material a bit more fragile. Midna had been working on some designs on parchment. Finally Midna, had one she had decided would be her masterpiece. Granted she'd been working on it off and on when she'd get bored of this or that. As Such the design continued to become more complex as time went on. For now, there was the task at hand, acquiring her material. The Nantlil wondered if she could even come to an agreement with Stagemaster Chronos. There wasn't much she had to offer other than her abilities with the written word but perhaps that might just be the thing. Midna's muzzle curled into a soft smile as she padded into the building. There wasn't much she couldn't do if she set her mind to it. She was quite the quick study when it came to certain things.
Midna carried herself as she usually did, with a mysterious grace and poise. her uniquely patterned wings neatly tucked at her side. She continued to padd up the steps of the grand building. Two even more imposing and intricate doors greeted her as she reached the top. Gently placing a paw on one she pushed it open leading into the lobby of the building, decorative and lovely. She did quite enjoy the architecture and style of this place she called her home.
Now should she wait here or take a wander and venture back stage? Perhaps he had an office somewhere in the building. Midna hadn't bothered coming here as often so much of the building was foreign to her aside the places where the audience sat. That was the only familiar thing here to her. So instead she decided to wait in the lobby. She doubted Chronos would appreciate a wandering balam within his theater.
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