Winter RP: The Citadel

[shadowsong26]

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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Zita

[serpentine]

Wandering into strange portals as curious Firebirds may or may not be prone to doing, especially if there seems to be a promising warmth that was lacking in her current location, Zita walked into a different place full of pretty glass.

And so much warmer. Warmer than those frozen Vaelan winters where it was freezing everywhere and the locals were insane enough to go naked from the Bathhouse to cool their bodies in the snow. Zita was pleased with this and so declared herself happy to be here for the moment.

She wandered into the garden to admire the pretty flowers that were in bloom.