D a r k . L i g h t . D a r k . L i g h t .
"It depends....." She wispers softly. "...depends on my mood. My destiny. My feelings towards those who dare enter my loom." Hoarseness, darkness.
She laughs, she giggles, she dances and sings. Light is everywhere, day and night. No troubles pending, no troubles dare. Her name is Amy, her room is on flight. Around the world. Around the room. Watch for every cranny and crevice, for if you can not see her, it does not mean she cannot see you. She could be hiding, she could be sneaking, she could be snopping. No one ever knew. She never slept, she never ate, she never drank. She just flirts and tempts and courts all those who can or could be. You better watch out, for her life is full of mystery and darkness. She loves though, she hates, she is even indescisive. She is closer to being a human than most can be.
Two of the walls are covered with shelves, homing books, antiques, pictures and even lots of shoes. ANother wall has a huge window where it looks out to the grounds. A beautiful veiw really. The other has two doorways. One to her bathroom and another to the closet. The closet containing thousands of pairs of shoes and obvously outfits for every day of her life. Typical female closet. The contents of the room include, a mini-bar, a four posted bed, with a mosquito net and comfy seats and lounges laying around. Its coomfortably small and cosy and a small fireplace ensures the room is kept wamr in the winter.
As they enter she jumped in front of them, a wide bright smile on her face as he welcomes them in. "Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourselves comfortable. What would you like? Gin? Rum? Opps... You don't drink? Sorry, how about juice? Or water? Cordial?" Yep, she chats away as if she doesn't have to breathe.
