After regaining her breath, the woman continued up the stairs; a grueling exercise for one that spent too much time studying and singing instead of going outside to run and scrape her elbows outdoors. Turning her head, she noticed other people walking up and down the stairs dressed in elaborate clothing. Scholars and students taking part in academic endeavors riddled the area. Laughing and happiness was around and filled the area with positive energy. Everyone's auras are beautiful and brilliant. Not that she could see other's auras (yet), but the feeling she's getting from this place is of intelligence and rational thought; not a place where people gather to kill things and do odd-jobs at the highest price.
Finally having ascended to the top, she peered into the Guild Hall and saw something even more beautiful. With this, Anastasia picked up the large dress of her hanbok with her hands and 'ran' towards the marble flooring and came to a halt upon reaching the marble floor. Her mouth gaped open in amazement as she saw the beautifully crafted pillars and even the large statue. The statue, sitting upon it's throne, must either be a revered individual for the guild or perhaps the guild deity. Something caught her eye. Inscriptions upon the pillars detail marvelous feats of the guild in the past. Everything in here was intricate and interesting.
A step was taken towards the statue and her footstep echoed. A vein in her forehead pulsated out of annoyance. No, she's in denial. The ambiance of this place just cannot be what she thought she heard. She took another step only to hear her step reverberate off of everything, echoing and echoing. Stopping all movement, she released her dress and tapped her foot on the ground a couple times. Her eyes closed shut to hear the sound waves bounce off of everything. She breathed out, holding the air in her mouth for a moment. There's no way she's going to sing here.
Opening her eyes, she released the air out of her cheeks and looked around for a moment. Now that the awe of this place vanished and the sounds of this place gnawed at her. Some scholars walked by and turned to look at Anastasia. She quickly put a smile on her face and bowed at the men walking by. This isn't the time to think of the acoustics of this beautiful work of art. No, this place wasn't built to sound beautiful, but to look beautiful and to stand the test of time.
Yes, even with how beautiful and sturdy the construction of this place, would this place be able to survive the horrors of war and the weathering of nature? Nothing, not even mountains can stand against nature.
But will she simply stand here, or will she look for members of the guild? She has no idea what to do at this point. Directions were unclear and she only knew of the location of the guild. Instructions on what to do once she had arrived wasn't ever given to her. While time is on her side, at the moment, she walks over -- painfully -- towards one of the pillars to read the inscriptions and the carved tapestry drawn upon the dark stone rings. Stories of heroism and triumph; story of gods.
Perhaps one day she will make friends and through hard work and courage, she could stand on the shoulders of giants. To be honored and loved like the fore-fathers of the guild. Perhaps she should concentrate on orientation and meeting her guild-mates.