For the past ten minutes he'd been wandering around the Haunted House as though it were his own room, casually touching the wall every now and then, eyes roaming curiously over the dilapidated boards and the cobwebs and the heavy smell of smoke and something else he couldn't quite name. It wasn't really the most ideal place, nor was it really very pretty (which was saddening), but still, Llyr had met that one human here, and that made it a bit more pleasant.
Maybe he'd meet her again.
Another ten minutes passed, and this time Llyr found himself in a side room, his long hair draped over his shoulder in some semblance of a braid, though it was rather messy and loose, the ends trailing down without a tie. He tossed it to the side, where it unraveled a bit more, and kept up with his wandering.
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