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Tirush moves along at a measured pace, her shoulders drawn in, her tail limp, so as not to swing wide and knock over a delicate side table here or a beautiful potted plant there. She keeps her wings in tight as they walk, looking around with slight unease in the tighter corridors, but visibly relaxing in the wide and open rooms. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, and Imperia can hear her taking in short, quick breaths in rapid succession as she tastes the air.

Partha is not so subtle. Her eyes dart everywhere as her senses are almost overwhelmed, her tongue licking the air in a different direction every few seconds. She grunts and makes little exclamations as she comes across the new smells, her world expanding by the moment. The maids give Tirush wary glances when they think they are not seen, but smile at the antics of her child. Twice Tirush has to prise a leaf or a tapestry corner from her clawed hands as she gets a little overly enthusiastic.

At last they come to the Observatory. Tirush looks up at the telescope with passive interest, but her eyes widen when she sees the stars on the inside of the dome, their inset jewels glittering in the candlelight.

"You have brought the sky into your home," she marvels. "So many stars!  As if they were pretty stones, all for your taking, and no clouds to darken your eyes.  So many!  Partha, come and..."

She turns. Partha has innocently picked up and carried in a valuable vase, her muzzle poked inside. She looks up.

"There is no food in any of these pots, " she says, frustrated.