[God Quest] a stream too shallow

It would be a scene unlike anything Ronin was familiar with; one that not even Safrin was properly familiar with. Created from the minds of the few Outlanders who had come before, the landscape into which the hunter would find himself was like the grandest of greek cathedral-like architecture mixed with an cozy sun-room.  Light splashed against white marble, alighting off golden accents that littered a room that was both vast, sparse, and yet intimate. Through grand doors the hunter would come, likely seeing first a large pool of the purest aqua flecked with opalescent waves that drifted of their own accord. Just behind this pool was Safrin as he'd never seen her before. Laying on her side upon a chaise-lounge whose rich purple upholstery perfectly melded against her curves, she wore a sleeveless dress of loose-fitting white cloth that boasted a dangerously low drop-neckline (to her navel, in fact), with cutouts on the sides that allowed for her curvacious hips to show through. Her hair was loosely held upon her head by clips adorned with pearls and starlight. Looking up, dark eyes alluring and fall of laughter, she smiled with relief and expectation. Safrin