06-19-2013, 09:13 AM
Cecy opened her mouth and wrinkled her nose, using the scent-glands in her mouth to sort of taste the air. Getting nothing save a few unused Avians like Vixen, she said her good-bye to their helper and went on ahead, every single one of her senses alert for danger.
They went from the cramped rooms on to a servant's corridor; clean but small and made from hardy brick and concrete, with no tile or other precious goods wasted here. The young princess listened and scented for a while, then carefully stepped out. She stood fully exposed in said corridor a moment, hands on her hips. When nothing happened, she motioned the others out.