The gold leaf in which the names are written continues the elegant theme – and the names cover almost every space the walls can afford, a sizeable space considering the immense size of the hall. Names of every great Skatodi who died in battles past, preserved for years upon the walls of the Hall – every so often there is even a picture depicting a particularly notable figure in history, the bold, dark colours creating an almost sinister air – or one could say it was the power emanating through the painting. The plain white walls are lit faintly by the huge windows opposite the door – despite covering an entire wall and almost reaching the ceilings, the dark drapes with their silky, almost transparent quality, do not afford much light from the ancient, brass windows. This creates a pure, clean, yet dim effect, and seems to suit the general style of the room; a room where Anyeli come either to learn more about their history or to pay homage to their idols.
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Lily had neither intention in mind when she entered the room, blithely skipping into the centre of the Hall having finally managed to push that huge, heavy door open enough to slip through. Curiousity had inticed her into the Hall; she hadn't even read the sign, simply deciding, spur of the moment, to explore the Palace a little more. Obviously, she had started with the first room she had come across, and as she had just descended the stairs from Suka's office - having been up there to ask him about something but discovered the room empty - the Hall, at the foot of the stairs, was her first stop.
She spun around slowly whilst in the center of the hall, to take in the general look of the room. The grandeur impressed her little, and she frowned a little, only briefly, as she went on to walk jauntily beside the walls and read a few of the names and the inscriptions of their famous deeds in battle – those weren’t much to her taste either. Returning to the front of the hall, Lily got to work pushing the rest of the door open; she wanted more light in the room, which seemed rather unsettling and unwelcoming with its lack of it. Hoping to glean more light from the corridor outside, she applied all of her strength, but the door barely opened. Lily could tell it was going to take a long time, but she had time to spare, and she was uneasy in such a dimly lit room - the glares from the Anyeli painted on the walls would seem less harsh in the light, she reasoned.