Re: Crèche of the Four Winds - Roost of the Thunderbird
Tanique's private suite of rooms is a weird mix of a delicate, sophisticated medieval lady, and a spartan, battle hardened knight of the realm.
Fancy and upholstered furniture, delicately embroidered and colored in dazzling jewel tones, stood beside weapons racks and armor stands. Beautiful tapestries with scenes of dancing ladies, stunning birds and the occasional unicorn, were interspersed with mounted weapons, battle trophies, like the heads of dragons, a chimera, and a basilisk, as well as several large axes and great swords mounted on the walls.
The tables by the collection of chairs were covered with doilies, with candles and pitchers of wine and other drinks, and plates of cookies and small cakes.
Tanique walked, and sat down harder than she'd intended in one of the large chairs by the main fireplace, which had been set up and was roaring heartily.
She sighed tiredly.