The light blue icy walls in these halls, leading to what they presumed to be the great hall, were luminous. The luminous white orbs formed the shapes of beasts Osian could not name. One though stood out the most, and one he could name, a dragon. Its wings were far and wide as it 'flew' across the ice before disappearing at the ceiling and coming back down on another wall.
Osian marvelled at it a while longer before he felt Selvin's pat on his shoulder, his attention still ahead.
"Osh," Selvin admonished. Osian let his gaze settle before him again, noting the intricate details of light blue silver embroidered across the tall white doors meeting the high ceiling.
