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...

Comments

[rootsofthestories]

"Repetition can get boring," she agrees. "Even when it's nice, it's good to vary up things when you can. I have places I like but seeing them too much takes away from the joy of being there."

"Well, it depends on the door, now doesn't it?"She grins a little, having fun with this. "But no, most doors don't seem to have many opinions. I have a few that do though."

[bookblather]

"Really?" Kayleigh had never heard of a door having an opinion, but there was a first time for everything. "Do they like, complain at you?"

[rootsofthestories]

"If I choose to listen, which I usually do, considering they can make life very difficult for me if I don't."

She should possibly explain that the doors she's used to having opinions are her ship's and she is well aware that not everyone happens to have a sentient ship that can, on occasion, have an attitude.

But this is so much more fun.

[bookblather]

"That is pretty cool," Kayleigh admitted, somewhat reluctantly since she was still at a stage in her life where things should not actually be cool. Although, how would a door talk? "Can they talk, or do they do morse code, or what?"

[rootsofthestories]

"Depends on the door," she offers oh so helpfully. "After all, if the door is connected to something larger, it can tap into that to speak." She waves a hand around. "It all depend son if the door is sentient or if the entire space is and the door is just a part of that."

[bookblather]

Kayleigh though about that.

"I have literally never been anywhere that's sentient. I don't think places are sentient where I live."

[rootsofthestories]

She frowns a little, tilting her head. "I know there are such places, I've been to them. It's just...dull, to be honest." After a beat, she adds, "And gets to be rather lonely."