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Courtyards are great examples of how a place can be built for both form and function. The castle courtyard to many is a place of beauty, with flowers around the edges. The courtyard is circular, and like an amphitheater has multiple levels with staircases leading to each. In the center is a Podium, made of marble. This is where the courtyard has function. The courtyard and it's podium can be used for debate, marriage, speeches, and on rare occasion even theatre. Behind the theatre are various fruit trees, which visitors are welcome to take fruit from.

He never complained or admitted it, but that fact was, he was tired. Dog tired. And considering the fact that he got no sleep all tonight--never actually staying at the suspicious in he was so inclined too--not only did it feel like his legs were about to fall off, but he felt like he would fall asleep while walking any moment now. That is, until they neared the castle. A sudden determination filled his eyes and the sleep that had once haunted him faded away.

He was still tired though . . .



Flinching as a dead apple flew past his face he wandered into the courtyard behind Nelo, staring at all six of the Large towers. "So . . . this is it." It really wasn't a question, and he was more-or-less talking to himself.

An assassin? Aeri laughed nervously, his friend's face popping up in his head. What had he gotten himself into? He was still trying not to stare directly into the strangers eyes as they they glowed in the darkness.

"My name is Aeri, the duke of . . ." he sighed, ". . . nothing anymore. Like I said, my kingdom was attacked." He tried not to think about it. "And you are?"

"Sumnor . . ." interesting. That name reminded him of someone he was warned about on his journey here. He was about to ask for more information but as he brought his head up realized the guy had disappeared. He frowned, but then smiled. "Hey, he forgot about the money I owe him," he laughed, but then quickly hushed up and looked around; that is, if he still wasn't there, watching him.

"Alright, to the water tower." Gazing at the base of each tower he began to notice that each one closely resembled the elemental power it was inspired about. Finding his way around may be a little easier than he thought after all.

[Exit, Water Tower]

Maryl was almost caught up in the sights of the castle and the courtyard as the flight came to an end. She climbed down from Kel's back as he crouched down and looked around awestruck. She managed to catch the back end of the conversation and took a deep breath to calm herself. "So which way do you think the ballroom is?" Though she asked she had a faint idea already.

Maryl nodded knowing what to do and began running off toward the nearby doors to enter. "Okay, follow me." She reached up for the door handle and pulled it open just enough to slip in.

Cyra walked among the fruit trees, lingering underneath in the shade. Her stomach bullied her for not eating enough before coming, or at all. She couldn't remember which. Cyra despised human food, organic food, it was very...not what she enjoyed. She would rather swim in the sea and catch a large Tuna and eat that, or maybe even some kelp. A pear tree held out a delicious looking pear towards her, a large temptation considering her now angry stomach. Reluctantly she grabbed it and bit in. It tasted like tree and she had to force it down to keep her stomach from becoming any worse. Cyra knew that in the kitchens there was probably better food, food that she wouldn't gag on, but there were people in the kitchen like the chefs, and when she was very hungry she'd remember the old days when she would lure sailors out to drown and eat. Besides, it was a good self discipline to finish that pear! Well, a quarter of the pear. She tossed it to the ground to rot after the second bite.