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rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
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Winter RP: The Citadel
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...
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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"Iunno where she is," he says, his voice a little quieter. "Hopin' she's okay and won't be too mad that I went and gone off."
He looks up at her, grinning though. "I'll tell her I met nice people though! She won't mind if there's good people around."
He's starting to shift a little, his dog ears appearing and perked up as he watches her. "She doesn't like me wandering too far sometimes. But I'll be okay. I can be good."
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Nene nods at this, self-assured. She also chances a scritch of the newly re-appeared dog ears. They're the same ears he had before, sure, but before, he wasn't mostly human.
Huh. Actually, she wonders. He wouldn't be human at all, per se, if he can... un-dog at will. Can he smell better than she can? Does he realize how /cute/ those ears are?
So many questions.
"Yer lady'll be back soon. I'll stay with you s'long as I can. Y'know why? Yer a good dog."
And all that comes out is puppy talk. Of course.