LOCATION: Under the Mountain; random sitting room/lounge.
TARGET: Open to everyone!
DETAILS: Current timeline.
When approaching footfalls echoed in the room’s entrance, Seren raised a single eyebrow and tilted her head to identify the intruder. Or fellow guest, she supposed.
Settled in an oversized armchair, with long legs draped across the arms of the seat, sat the Night Court’s Second. Grasping an old, dusty book in one hand, she peered over its rim and bored amusement into the other from the depths of her strange, cosmic gaze. She reached out with her free hand and seized a large glass of a swishing, maroon liquid. “There’s enough here for two.” Nodding her head towards the large bottle of wine in the middle of a low table.
“And if we are going to share this quiet sanctuary - then by all means - sit down.” Signalling with her glass, she gestured towards another armchair in the opposite corner, and then added in a low, smoky voice. “Do you know that there are rumours that this level of the mountain is haunted? Might want to be careful walking around these areas alone.” A low chuckle escaped her crimson lips, as they tugged upwards into a wide smirk. A challenge or a jest? Both words seemed to possess the same meaning for Seren. And she suspected this entire mountain was branded with a reputation for both the sacred and the otherworldly. The two often went hand in hand.









