 RHOSWEN I'LL ENDANGER THIS FIRE
Sunlight fractured through the stained glass windows adorning Solterra's famed ballroom which, even in such a state of disrepair, was still a sight to behold. She had pushed silently through the tall, dust-collecting doors, stiff as she had imagined they would be, to creep into a room which might have existed only in her dreams. It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; in Rhoswen's mind not even the ocean could rival this ancient embellished tomb. For gold and crystal as old as the ground beneath their feet glimmered everywhere, woven so intricately upon the walls, paintings of their great warrior-God Solis watching from the impossibly high ceiling above. Chandeliers with tall candlers dangled proudly: a promise of light and revelry. In a Court which treasured hardship, austerity and militance, the Solterran ballroom was the only exception. Rhos remembered the fireside tales of how the Day Courtians of old would host a great formal ball for all the courts upon the night of midsummer once every five years, and oh what a spectacle it had been. A moment of peace, of prosperity, and of course a perfect display of wealth and power. Of course, there had not been a ball for nigh a hundred years; they existed now only in the mouths of children and the myths written in scrolls. Rhoswen sighed, blowing the dust from a particularly large candelabra - perhaps one day this room would be alive with music and voices again. It seemed such a waste. |
@Raum short but i wanted to get something up quickly xx
