~~Outside~~
On the eastern end of the holy city of Eth’gantor, in a moderate domicilium, sat a small house, not much different from those around it: two stories, made of the pink-veined white marble that was unique to Moriquendi architecture, with ornate front and back doors, steel framed. Two glassless windows flanked the front door, protected by thick moss green curtains, and the upstairs windows, one facing the street, one facing either neighbouring house and two facing the backyard were sometimes draped with purple velvet, but not nearly as often. At night, the upstairs windows could be seen aglow with candles.
A thick wall of bushes - at this time of the year bare of any greenery - fenced the property off from the street and the neighbours. A small break in the tangled twig wall was the means to which the cobblestone path connected the front door and the street. The front lawn was thinly covered by a thin sheet of pure white snow, and during the day it would glittyer in the golden sunlight.
~~Ground Floor~~
Stepping through the front door, find to your left you would find a redwood bar that extended halfway across the room, marking the boundary between kitchen and living room. The veined marble of the corner called the kitchen had been covered with redwood cupboards, bars, and simply just another layer of wall in some areas, but the marble did make an appearance, because the chestnut shag carpet that otherwise covered the room had been stripped away there. During the winter months, a plain black blanket was tossed onto the floor so that one's feet would not freeze on the marble. The ceiling was marked by a single pipe which ran from the kitchen's ceiling center out through the wall.
On the left was the staircase, made of redwood and covered in the same sort of carpet. It extended almost the entire way across the room, leaving just a tiny alcove in the corner, where the back door was situated. Or so it would appear, but the stairs stopped about halfway across, while the wall underneath continued, concealing the bathroom. The bathroom door, without the ornate steel of the others, was directly across from the back, a tiny wooden room with no carpet, just a chamber pot and papyrus for hygiene.
Along the stair wall were three identical bookcases, near full. The highest of the five rows closest to the door was occupied by cookbooks, the row down on the Moriquendi nation and beyond, and the subsequent rows fiction with a few books on science, arcana, and such. The other two bookcases were completely occupied by religious texts.
The upper-left corner across to the upper-right alcove was well furnished: a couch designed for the corner sat there, and an identical couch sat on the other side, not in a corner but far enough from the wall to allow a reasonable pathway to the alcove. A small table had been placed between where the couches were closest. A few chairs sat casually around a table just to the left of the seating area's center. A large rug of copper tones had been cast onto the shag carpeting. Five blankets in zebra and leopard designs were cast about the area, providing warmth from the winter chill that crept through the open windows of the house.
The room was permanently illuminated by candles that also served to partially warm the room, and during the day the soft light would mix with the green hue of sunlight passing through the curtains. It wasn't hard to see that everything was gleaming.
~~Upstairs Corridor~~
At the top of the stairs, one would find directly across from him or herself another steel framed door. The corridor, although perhaps that was perhaps not the best description of the word, then rounded the corner and followed the stairs until a window that faced the street. An ornate wooden cabinet of mahogany sat underneath the window and just before the second steel framed door, and on top of the framed by the purple light that filtered through the velvet curtains was a miniature version of the
Ioannes statue in the Tiriyaana en Ethgan'tor. He was flanked by seafoam candles, which were ignited at night, and embossed on the desk before him in gold were the Moriquendi words, "Law, Order, and Justice."
~~Shower Room~~
Beyond the door by the Ioannes shrine was the shower room. Unlike the rest of the rooms, the shower room’s marble was not covered up by wood or carpet, but the pink veins were much less obvious in the usually dim light. The shower likewise was marble, but in fact the shower and the shower room were one entity, a single device. The shower pumped freezing, fresh water from a nearby spring into the ceiling of the room, and from there it poured down into the shower bowl, a half sphere that had been carved out of a block of solid marble, which was separated from the door by a thin strip of floor where one could undress and such. There was no mechanism to turn this off, - the rush of the water could be heard throughout the house at all times of the day - but the water coming in was mostly relative to the water going out through the drain at the bowl’s bottom, and if it ever began to get full, it could be disposed of manually with the beautiful vase - depicting an Ioannes figure extending his arms to either side and repelling a red eyed darkness - that sat on the upper right corner of the block.
There were no windows in the room, so the shower's rim was surrounded by sixteen navy blue candles in perfect symmetry, and the shower was made with such perfection that unless the woman of the house splashed them herself, the spray of the water would never escape the bowl and disturb them. The candles were only ignited when the woman of the house came to bathe. In the upper left corner of the block sat several soaps, and there were two cupboard-like indentations at either side of the base of the block, accessible from the strip, where more soaps resided. The bathing ritual was so intense that an entire bar of soap would be used each time the woman of the house showered – about twice a cycle – and she did not want to find herself lacking at any time.
~~Master Bedroom~~
Through the door at the top of the stairs sat the master bedroom, the most well lit room in the house. The rectangular room extended from one side of the house to the other, a window at either end, and two windows facing the backyard to the east. The suns would rise over the many houses and trees of Eth’gantor and bathe the bedroom in glorious golden light all the morning long, and at night, the candles on the windowsill would be ignited for all of the holy city to see, not to mention to warm what would otherwise be the coldest room in the house.
At the northern end of the room, far from the door, lying under the window, was a very warm-looking bed facing south. It had five pillos: two large and stiff ruby red ones at the back, two smaller and softer ones with golden fuzz before them, and a single medium-firm emerald green throw pillow sitting off to the side. The bedclothes were just as nice: an itchy but pleasantly so plaid was the primary sheet, on top of which was a similar sheet to crawl under. A simple black comforter blanket lay on top of that, and on top of that was a thick beige blanket covered in a gold and green duvet. On either side of the bed were mahogany cabinets similar to the one present in the corridor. The left was unoccupied, but the right’s surface has a book filled with drawings and paintings of birds.
In the corner directly across from the door was the wardrobe. Behind a paper privacy wall, even in the home of a single person, that was decorated with wildflowers was the dresser, filled with a good variety of plain clothing – browns, blacks, grays, and whites – and a few dark full cloaks. The undergarments were not lacy or provocative, but dull. In fact, the finest thing beyond the wall was the dresser itself; in the style of the house, it was steel framed mahogany.
Between the two windows facing east sat a fantastic portrait of the Lord of Aetheria, as tall as the average man. Against the background of a sky dotted with pretty white clouds, he stood without ground. He stood mightily, thrusting a single arm forward, and from that arm burst a powerful golden light. Directly across from the portrait was a bench, covered with a velvet pillow upon which to kneel and pray before the Lord of the house and all of Telath.
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