“I hope this will suffice…” Parroh commented as he showed Genevieve into a room that would be completely her own. Although bare and without any decor she would have been accustomed to back at Ironwall, she was incredibly thankful given her sleeping arrangements on the previous water vessel. Her mind began to imagine the room before her decorated in floral dressings and thick gold vases brought to life by effervescent flowers of taffy and ivory hues. She could imagine the scent of oils from foreign lands set upon a vanity in the far corner and dresses of various styles and shades pressed tightly together in a dark oak armoire beside the entryway. As her mind began to get away from her with the capability to be so much more than it had been, Parroh allowed her a moment to get acquainted with
