Seeing the stairs she wouldn't pay them a great mind.  The scent of the stone weighed heavy of it's char for on top of the blackened debris so too did it smell of poorly settled brick with it's material melted down in the time before.  Wiflor would continue to gently step about, silent as a ghost one would think before she made it to the next series of stairs, dropping down on all four to creep up it step by step.  At the top of the step she would peer around at the high room, taking in the design of the etched walls and many ashes strewn across the grounds.  She was focused and greatly so until Atticus broke the silence.<br/><br/>His whispers caused her to jump back some, rushing and thinking to hide behind Cyrus with some confusion to the situation.  She wasn't sure why everyone was so tensed but surely there was a reason?  And if they had a reason then surely she should be worried as well.  Though what there was to worry about she didn't know.  That's why she thought it was important to rely on Cyrus' senses instead for surely he did.<br/><br/>Again her questions were raised.  Why were they here?  They didn't show a great interest in the newly lain eggs so surely not that, nor the bodies or people that were outside who were quickly killed off.  Now even here the room seemed full of black and grey ashes yet nothing worthwhile.  Was it somewhere higher?  Just how high did the tower go?  with the walls so high in this room surely there would be few floors remaining.  But of the time she felt like she was being lead blind by the nose.  Or maybe that's what she herself sought.<br/><br/>Perhaps she liked being lead blind so well.  To be included in on things that were so far beyond her limit to know.  Perhaps she just liked being around people and to have been around Cyrus and Atticus like she had been was in the end a blessing.  She was well aware she missed interactions with people but now she wondered why.  Was it that they had her do things she wouldn't normally do?  To explore a life beyond what she normally lived?  Or was it that when they did speak with her, when they did talk and bring her along and treated her kind that she felt like she belonged.<br/><br/>Here they stood in the tower.  A tower of knowledge that could surmount to be almost godlike power.  Corpses littered the landscapes with signs of fires strong enough to melt iron standing out in all ends.  Eggs of a creature of large size that may threaten or not, which she could not know.  But even with all that she did feel that thing she desired.   Belonging.