<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Cellar [Katrina, Justine]<br/><br/>"Ick!" Kat didn't like spiders, either, and stepped closer to the light. As they stepped off the staircase, that let her stand even with Justine, leaning into the other girl for safety. "I've never liked the horrid things."<br/><br/>Her arm linked with Justine's as they looked around, the lantern illuminating the dark room for the first time in a long, long wait. The musty still air of the room smelled strongly, but not too unpleasantly, after ages sealed away from the freshness. Around them, shadows loomed, swaying with every movement of the lantern.<br/><br/>In many ways it reminded Kat of the sealed-off areas of her own home, the Western Wing of which had been abandoned to time and decay decades before her birth. The memory cheered her a little, she having spent hours exploring the crumbling rooms there on boring days.