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

Re: Host: Isshiri

[bookblather]

"Meh," Morgan said, and shrugged. "You're basically saying what me and people like me have been saying for years and years and years. At this point I'm just waiting for the stupid ones to die off. You know what they say about younger generations getting more and more liberal and all that crap. Or, you know, there's always Darwin."

Re: Host: Isshiri

[shadowsong26]

"That does make sense, yes," Isshiri agreed. "That younger generations are more open to change. Who's Darwin?"