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[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments
Aug. 5th, 2007 10:37 pmPlourr takes a seat (slowly, bracing her hands on her knees) on the chest in the little room, taking a look around at their handiwork.
The room is light, cheerful, and airy in greens and yellows, the window open to the humid, sunny air of Eiattu VI, birds singing in the distance. There's a closet, a chest of drawers, a changing station, a chair, and a number of smaller items tucked here and there. A quietly proud someone (read: Plourr) has hung several cheery abstract paintings, along with a portrait. The six people in it share certain characteristics; Plourr and Rial stand together, and so do the other two pairs. One duo is elderly, with the white-haired and white-mustached, dignified man leaning on a cane, and his aristocratic wife standing beside him. The other pair are in early middle age, the man tall and broad-shouldered and handsome with brown hair and a broad smile, and the woman graceful and slight, her red hair wound up into a loose knot and her smirk mischievous.
(Plourr had looked at it for a long, long time, when Rial had first showed it to her.
"I -- thought it might be appropriate. The Pernons and the Estillos, yeah?"
"It's perfect."
"What?"
"It's perfect, Rial. It looks just like they did.")
Plourr glances at the portrait, then away.
The room is light, cheerful, and airy in greens and yellows, the window open to the humid, sunny air of Eiattu VI, birds singing in the distance. There's a closet, a chest of drawers, a changing station, a chair, and a number of smaller items tucked here and there. A quietly proud someone (read: Plourr) has hung several cheery abstract paintings, along with a portrait. The six people in it share certain characteristics; Plourr and Rial stand together, and so do the other two pairs. One duo is elderly, with the white-haired and white-mustached, dignified man leaning on a cane, and his aristocratic wife standing beside him. The other pair are in early middle age, the man tall and broad-shouldered and handsome with brown hair and a broad smile, and the woman graceful and slight, her red hair wound up into a loose knot and her smirk mischievous.
(Plourr had looked at it for a long, long time, when Rial had first showed it to her.
"I -- thought it might be appropriate. The Pernons and the Estillos, yeah?"
"It's perfect."
"What?"
"It's perfect, Rial. It looks just like they did.")
Plourr glances at the portrait, then away.
