It was kind of funny how you could spend so long in the same place and still find new things to amaze yourself with. Hazel had been wandering around the castle (because really, what else was there better to do on a Saturday morning after a sleep in?) for a few hours now when she'd found herself in the Amour Gallery, a place that she didn't really tend to spend all that much time in, yet a place that she'd been enough times to know it existed. It was the kind of place that she admired and yet found a little dull after the first visit or two, because nothing really ever changed except for the occasional clang of the armour when someone bumped into it. Today, however, she decided that she might as well spend a bit of time here since she hadn't visited in so long, plus it was quiet today, with no one else in there other than herself.
Hazel found herself paying particular attention to the suits of armour for a change, mostly for something to do while she was in there, taking note of the little differences between them such as different scuffs or variations in design. It was while she was doing this that she came across a significantly smaller suit of armour, one that she'd miraculously never noticed before now. She was shocked by the discovery, wondering how in all her years here she'd managed to miss such a thing. It was strange, and very alarming that someone so small could even need a suit of armour, and she soon lost herself in pondering all the different reasons that they might. Completely lost in her own world of wars and battles, she couldn't help but startle slightly at the sound of something banging around behind her after ten minutes of straight pondering.