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Oct. 28th, 2015 08:34 am{From here}
Sinric's room is small and nothing special, a place to sleep when he's alone and little more.
A bed, only just big enough for two. A window looking out on the kitchen garden with a padded window seat wide enough for Sinric's narrow frame. A decently sized wardrobe with a long mirror on one side. A tiny, modern bathroom, no more than a sink and a toilet.
But there are little touches of Sinric's personality too. A pile of books on the window seat, a grey silk kimono painted with misty mountain hanging in fill display on one wall, a box of trinkets and an ornate oil lamp on the little side table.
And now, a harpsichord! Set by the window to get the best light. Sinric regards it with awe, running his hands over the polished surface.
Sinric's room is small and nothing special, a place to sleep when he's alone and little more.
A bed, only just big enough for two. A window looking out on the kitchen garden with a padded window seat wide enough for Sinric's narrow frame. A decently sized wardrobe with a long mirror on one side. A tiny, modern bathroom, no more than a sink and a toilet.
But there are little touches of Sinric's personality too. A pile of books on the window seat, a grey silk kimono painted with misty mountain hanging in fill display on one wall, a box of trinkets and an ornate oil lamp on the little side table.
And now, a harpsichord! Set by the window to get the best light. Sinric regards it with awe, running his hands over the polished surface.
