wallflower

The party was beginning to wind down and she found her eyes growing heavy. It was always a longer journey down here than she anticipated, even though the scenery was lovely. Up and down the coast, up and down the coast... her eyelids fluttered open and shut as she hugged the castle walls. Dancing and drinking was still carrying on in the center of the room, lit brightly by well-tended fires and flickering sconces. Everything was warm and sumptuous and attended by wolves eager to fill your cup and your plate. It was overwhelming. Theory retreated to a far corner by a quiet fire, laying down on one of the many furs available. What would it be like, to grow up in a place like this? You would be provided everything you could ever want. She was almost dozing off when the fire popped loudly and made her eyes spring back open. Yes, you could get used to a place like this.