// now I've been crazy, couldn't you tell? //
"I'm glad the trip went smoothly. Welcome to the Greatwood! It's experiencing a bit if a boom right now, it's true. The inn is full to capacity and the woods are crawling with adventurers. Even ordinary roses seem to be a hot commodity at this point," she laughed.
Leading the way back up the stairs winding up around the tree trunk supporting her house, once they reached the porch a lovely view of the Sidhe Village stretched out all around them. Smaller than it seemed from the ground, even in the daylight it had an ethereal, magical touch about it that Maea was quickly learning to love.
Holding the door for her guest, it opened up into a fairly large room reminiscent of a wooden cave. Only the grouping of furniture into kitchen, lounge and work space served to section off the space, so that it seemed far roomier than it perhaps was. A stairwell tucked against a far wall led up to a second floor, where a door closed offered privacy to the small bedroom beyond. It was a bright room, overflowing with light from openwindows, where every surface of wooden beams, railings and door frames seemed carved with beautiful, occasionally eclectic patterns that left plenty to entertain the eyes.
"Welcome to the Guardian's Treehouse, too," Maea said warmly, stepping aside so Lyra could come inside. "I'm not the guardian, but it is my home... I hope you'll enjoy your stay."
Leading the way back up the stairs winding up around the tree trunk supporting her house, once they reached the porch a lovely view of the Sidhe Village stretched out all around them. Smaller than it seemed from the ground, even in the daylight it had an ethereal, magical touch about it that Maea was quickly learning to love.
Holding the door for her guest, it opened up into a fairly large room reminiscent of a wooden cave. Only the grouping of furniture into kitchen, lounge and work space served to section off the space, so that it seemed far roomier than it perhaps was. A stairwell tucked against a far wall led up to a second floor, where a door closed offered privacy to the small bedroom beyond. It was a bright room, overflowing with light from openwindows, where every surface of wooden beams, railings and door frames seemed carved with beautiful, occasionally eclectic patterns that left plenty to entertain the eyes.
"Welcome to the Guardian's Treehouse, too," Maea said warmly, stepping aside so Lyra could come inside. "I'm not the guardian, but it is my home... I hope you'll enjoy your stay."
Maea
// I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell //
