The young woman gaze fell upon the man's back, for a moment her eyes played tricks and he seemed shimmer, caught in a small pocket of his own world. It was just a moment, gone as quick as it came but he didn't seem alone. She would have to see what Weaver had done to her, things were creeping into her vision that did not belong there. He turned to her, his tides washing over her. She had presented herself to him once before, her first meeting where she was left to stand her ground and now the next day to be greeted by him in such a manner. She found herself fidgeting in place, trying to decide if it was too late to flee back to her room as he reached for her hand again. He seemed prepared to pull her in his gasp and twirl her about. She tucked her hands behind her, keeping them from his reach as she stepped in closer.<br/><br/>"I've kept the room locked, no one has bothered it or I," she informed as she swept in, skirting past him to peer curious at the book that had held his attention. "William, how far behind the front gates does Mast-" she closed her lips and frowned catching herself. "Does this estate go," she suddenly asked, she had no Ed past a book to the window across the room. She peeked out taking in the garden that stretched out across the back of the estate. It disappeared in a well maintained maze that his the fence in the distance.<br/><br/>"I've..." She was drawing out her words as if trying to figure out how to make it taste best. "Yet to travel beyond the gates here," she explained, "I would like to take a walk and cross it, if I may, it is not an attempt to escape," she informed, her gaze turned over her shoulder and upon the man to gauge his reaction. "I have no intent to do that." She wouldn't make it in the real world.<br/><br/>She had walked to each corner of the inner gates. Each one held a stone shrine she expected to of been placed long ago for they were covered in moss and yet the grass around it stayed trim. Master has said it was too keep those inside safe, a blessing and now she wondered if it was true. If she stepped past the gates, off the estate, would evil descend upon her... She felt like she needed to know.<br/><br/>"I never asked Master," she couldn't do it naturally any other way. "He never wish for me to leave, but I would like to know," she felt a little anxious, nervous he would say no or demand something more of her.