![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Feb. 3rd, 2020 07:10 pm(ooc: from here.)
Sinric's room is exactly as he remembers it. Exactly as he left it. The cross shaped room with it's high arches. The bed cove spread with decadent silk sheets and soft furs. The library and music nook with it's deep leather couches.
He walks over to his wardrobe, running his fingers over the soft cloth of his many outfits. All so rich compared to the rough wool and sackcloth he wears now. "There were moments I feared this was a dream."
Sinric's room is exactly as he remembers it. Exactly as he left it. The cross shaped room with it's high arches. The bed cove spread with decadent silk sheets and soft furs. The library and music nook with it's deep leather couches.
He walks over to his wardrobe, running his fingers over the soft cloth of his many outfits. All so rich compared to the rough wool and sackcloth he wears now. "There were moments I feared this was a dream."
