[open] hydaelyn's house for wayward souls

[exarchal]

Who: Anyone!
When: All of November.
Where: The Haven, at the "classy" grade house maintained by some people from the FFXIV cast.
What: It's mingle time. Drop by for a visit, make your own toplevel, maybe ask who that weird old guy sleeping in the yard is. (It's probably crystal grandpa.)
Warnings: Mind FFXIV spoiler warnings in threads!

[ Located past the fanciest manor houses is something a little more modest. The most prominent thing one would notice about it is the front yard, which someone obviously spends some time in, though the cutting of certain bushes is a little close to amateur. More importantly, it looks a little messy but very inviting, and there's almost always the smell of something warm and delicious coming from inside the house. The lush and flowering garden in the back has a recently-scrubbed fountain and running water, as well as a near-permanent host of small birds. Is it magic? Probably. Most of the flowers are roses, though, which are a bit hardier than your usual flowers.

The interior is just as cozy, with a fire in the hearth that's almost always going, and plenty of books loaned or purchased from shops. Furnishings are occasionally sparse but the kitchen is fully-stocked, as is the family room where most people spend their time. The dining table exists and it's nothing fancy, but there's almost always a smorgasbord of fruit and other snacks left out for visitors.

New this month are tiny sigils drawn in faintly glowing paint along the windows and doors. Teleportation wards are in place, as well as soundproofing for each bedroom (ahem), so anyone teleporting directly inside the house will find themselves repelled.

There is a spare housekey under the mat, though, if someone gets locked out. ]

Comments

[inlikethebrume]

I never really noticed them to try.

[Maybe she should try to smell them too, putting her face towards a small grouping.]

...huh, they actually do.

[fordola]

See? Even smells good t'Spoken noses. [ a little smirk. ] One of your... friends growin' them?

[inlikethebrume]

Mayhap so. I do not know which of my comrades makes it a hobby but they are lovely.

[fordola]

[ A little smile. ] They are. Unless they're some magical... thing.

[inlikethebrume]

Magical thing? You mean the roses might be enchanted?

[Duuuuude.]

[fordola]

Why wouldn't they be? [ said a little huffily. ] Witches basically rule this place.

[inlikethebrume]

[There has been more notable witches around and those labeled as monsters have a tendency to be seen as...not as highly. But then, a thought.]

Among us, you have been here the longest, yes? Mayhap you can tell me what has been happening in the city.

[Because it's a good idea to get the perspective from another point of view.]

[fordola]

Well, what do you wanna know? They have a hell of a lot of celebrations, and seem to cherish bonds. We were abused when we were given new homes by the Coven, by the people who used to live there. [ A pause, as she rolls her eyes. ]

Yeah, people used to live in some of the places we now take. Oh, and then there's th'times that witches go out of their way to antagonize us monsters.

The very first time we woke up? There were segregated celebrations, as well.

[inlikethebrume]

[The bonds thing goes over her head but it's the other matters that make Mira pay more attention. So these places the Coven gave out used to belong to other people? Were they given the choice to leave or another place to stay? Did they offer these homes freely?]

And these people believed the Mirrorbound were responsible for their grief? Bloody fools, the lot of them. Of course there is the celebrations as well.

[Now a party is fine and so are holidays, but Mira truly does not want a reminder of Eulmore being in the background. Perhaps it is just her imagination.]

By the looks of where we are, these homes are more geared towards those with money or nobles. Why does that not surprise me?

[fordola]

Yeah. It was a noble district before the infection... that dangerous thing... came too close for comfort and they were evacuated. They'd rather be comfortable then safe. Stupid buggers.