We made our way into the sideroom, which held mostly the more tired partygoers, sitting around quietly talking or communicating in more physical, but undemanding, manners.We made our way into the sideroom, which held mostly the more tired partygoers, sitting around quietly talking or communicating in more physical, but undemanding, manners. The doors were opened to the outside, and I saw two Centaurs walking through the garden that I swear had been made for occasions such as this. Down the hill the river trickled by. She (I had no name for her yet, but she still seemed familiar) led me up the creaky wooden stairs to a small hallway that I had to duck under to get through, and down a slate stone hallway to a large wooden door with a very typical doorknob. We walked in and the lights came up slowly, soft white light from several candles illuminating a room done in winecolor. |