by Mousen » 12/21/2017 6:59 PM
"Of course," Hadresham said. "This way." There were large, heavy trees by what would have been the east window. Some of the masonry was still there, you could almost imagine it in its glory days, a huge circular stained-glass window, split up into sections, craft and workmanship turning stone and glass into something breathtaking. Between the trees and what remained of the wall was a section of the ruins that was shady and sheltered from any wind. A couple of the nests were very clearly taken, having a trinkets strewn about them, or generally looking as if they were in a state of disarray. There were two that had been recently set up, one for Merildra, and one for Krattia if she didn't wish to stay with Medlar in the old shrine. "You can pick whichever one of these you like. If there's anything we can do to make you more comfortable during your stay, let me know. I know its not much."
He didn't quite know what the standards of accommodation were like in the Root. The unattached paragon, most of them in this case, were quite happy to sleep and live most of their lives around each other in close quarters. Although, Hadresham did wish that Plessey wouldn't create quite so much mess.
"Is this everything you wanted to see before heading down to the library? We're in no great rush, so, its up to you."
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.