The walls were just as yellow on the inside as they were outside. A bit scuffed perhaps, quite rough to the touch for the exposure to years upon years of time wore them down.
Although, despite the many cracks that dared riddle their surfaces, they still held on to dear life, determined to stand for more centuries yet to come.
"As I said before, this place was not my first choice for an outing," he started, "However, the recent conversation we had changed my mind,"
"What was your first choice, if I may ask?"
"I'd drafted a permit request in order to visit the great old castle of our province, but I haven't sent it out yet,"
Instead of focusing on those words, Arabella's mind instead remained stuck on the previous ones, "How did our recent conversation change your mind?"
