Lyria relaxed infinitesimally once she had been dropped off in her room. It was large and luxurious, with dark wood walls and high, vaulted ceilings. The walls were bare, unlike the walls of the common areas downstairs, but the windows featured painted glass and the windowsills were intricately carved with passages from Voices of the Goddess, inviting the moonlight into the room to strengthen its inhabitants.
She even had a little balcony, made of stone, with a small wooden bench on it and vines growing all around it over the castle stones. The balcony even had a little hook, clearly once used for windchimes, where she immediately began to think about turning it into a bird feeder. Imrea, who worked on the landscaping at Winding Road, had taught her how to do a lot of that kind of thing.
