He threw his hands to his waist and began to stomp about, twisting and turning out of the home-filled alley. In the main square again, he had stopped walking. Turning abruptly to the triangular tower in the square, he had used his three false tails to point at it.
This tower was massive, more grandiose than Fiore himself in length. Like the rest of the city, it was posted together in the same yellow materials. The bricks were water-locked on the way down; the bottom of the tower was where five rivers had met in a moat, and at the top, flowers had grew. It grew clear to Freya that this had to be the source of some awesome power, that this was not all for display. She kept to herself.
"It's there. Good luck findin' out how to get in though, 'cuz I'm not TELLING you shit!"
This tower was massive, more grandiose than Fiore himself in length. Like the rest of the city, it was posted together in the same yellow materials. The bricks were water-locked on the way down; the bottom of the tower was where five rivers had met in a moat, and at the top, flowers had grew. It grew clear to Freya that this had to be the source of some awesome power, that this was not all for display. She kept to herself.
"It's there. Good luck findin' out how to get in though, 'cuz I'm not TELLING you shit!"