• unknown's point of view •
I am met by a melodic voice followed by children's as I pass by the open doors of the Golden Hall. I smile and stop by the heavy wooden door's frame, leaning upon it. I see her, surrounded by eager-eyed children, I can tell that one of her famous tales are about to be recounted. I do love to hear her tell tales, the children obviously do as well.
Instantly recognizing the story as she began to speak, and I make myself comfortable up against a near pillar of the Great Hall, hearing her voice echo around the large room.