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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Re: Host: Kesshare

[shadowsong26]

Normally, the echoes in this room weren't quite as strong--of course, normally, when it was in use, there were quite a few more people gathered.

Kesshare smiled carefully at the younger girl, hoping that it was approximately the right size and warmth. "Of course, I understand. It is good not to be alone. My name is Kesshare," she offered. "May I ask yours?"

Re: Host: Kesshare

[shipwreck_light]

No hand? Ah, that was fine with Alexis. Much easier than trying to figure from a few brief seconds if the other girl- Kesshare -wanted to shake by the palm or the wrist. "You may. I'm Alexis Neven Du Mont," and she tipped her head that little way of diffidence that Mother had showed her and her brother. Hopefully, that would suit. "It's very nice to meet you, Kesshare."

Re: Host: Kesshare

[shadowsong26]

Not a House name she recognized--obviously not one from Glass, but neither was it an important one from one of their neighbors or the major nations of the world she knew. Still, the way the girl--Alexis--shared it, it clearly was, where she was from.

So Kesshare inclined her head in response, the exact degree of depth and formality to a visiting woman of rank--that was easy, she could do it in her sleep, unlike the rest. "And you, Alexis. I would welcome you here, but...well, as I said, this isn't where I'm supposed to be, either." Though at least she was in her own palace, but it would probably help with the whole 'sympathy' aspect she was trying so hard to mimic if she added layers of 'same-situation' as best she could without lies that would be difficult to untangle if necessary.