Firnost Freehold

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What appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse to the untrained mortals eyes is to Fae eyes a lovely bed and breakfast, almost New England in style and charm. (This is a Changeling Chat Room)

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Miriam Meadows: From what I've gathered, hospitality has always been Firnost's thing. It was founded by an Eshu, y'know? And I don't think he'd have wanted one of the blood to be turfed out into an uncertain night*A confident nod*

Miriam Meadows: *Adding with a smile *Your eyes kinda give it away.

Elizabeth -Kinain-: She grins just a little. "Well it is almost morning." Her nose wrinkles ever so slightly, it seems that she can't be serous for to long. "When it is light outside, I will head back to the caravan and ask what I should do." She nods.

Miriam Meadows: Very sensible*She nods in agrerment*Sorry if that word is insult to you*A sheepish smile*

Miriam Meadows: (Agreement, even...)

Elizabeth -Kinain-: "Sensible?" She chuckles. "Why would that be an insult. Surely it is not used to describe me all that often. But a compliment is a compliment. I'll take what I can get!"

Miriam Meadows: I just got the impression it was about the worst thing you could call an Eshu*She breaths out a laugh*Didn't know if that stick for their kin, too*Smiling easily*

Elizabeth -Kinain-: "I suppose it is. But I think the worst thing you can do is call them a scaredy cat. Or late to dinner when sloppy joes are involved." She smiles wide and puts the empty can back down on the counter.

Miriam Meadows: *A puzzled quirk of a brow at mention of Sloppy Joes*I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Especially if I ever need to light a fire under an Eshu butt*Her grin impish now*

Elizabeth -Kinain-: She giggles. "Trust me. It works." She yawns then. "I think I will try to sleep again. I am sure the dreams have pasted. It was nice to meet you Miri."

Elizabeth -Kinain-: (Passed even)

Miriam Meadows: And you, Beth*She nods. Her whole demeanour far humbler and grounded than most of the Shining Host*I should prolly try to grab some zees, myself. Hope things work out for the best, for ya.

Elizabeth -Kinain-: "Thanks Miri." She turns to go, then pauses a moment. "Um Miri..."

Miriam Meadows: Yeah?*She looks up from her crouched position, working at loosening her skates*

Elizabeth -Kinain-: She shakes her head. "No, never mind. We will talk about next time we meet." And with that she is up the stairs. Though with her lost comment, she did seem pretty sure of herself.

Elizabeth -Kinain-: (Lost=last)

Miriam Meadows: *Her shoulders shift in a loose shrug*OK. Night, Beth*Wiggling a foot free of a wheeled boot. Today's socks have a jigsaw pattern*

Elizabeth -Kinain-: (Night! Or morning! Which ever!))

Miriam Meadows: *One foot then the other. On more stable footing she starts up the stairs herself*

Miriam Meadows: (Night!)

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Firnost Garden (0)
Behind the freehold for an acre or so stretches a delightful green garden. Stone paths twist around the cacaphony of delicately manicured flowerbeds and wild explosions of roses. A small stand of willows bends to touch the surface of a clear pond where brightly colored fish occasionally break its still mirror. Only fae or their Enchanted guests can find their way through the doorways into the garden. (This is a Changeling chat room.)
The Streets of Necropolis (1)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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