Snippet #1747445

"Lovely to speak of," Hymnis offhandedly mentioned to Calais before turning to a wall, covered in vines among other things. She placed her bag onto a nearby stool then with a flick of her fingers, the vines moved away, leaving a wooden door free. There was a lock on the door for the extra security, she carefully took out her necklace and plucked out one of the spikes. She was cautious as she held the small spike, she placed it in the keyhole. You could say it acted as a key but that would be up to your own words.

Her home was neat, large enough to satisfy and well hidden in the forest to keep her relaxed. She was mostly unaffected by the fire but distanced herself, and the carpet, from it. She would always have a bucket of water near it anyway. Why would she bother with a fire at this point? She hardly even used torches or candles unless she was underground. Her rule was simple. Sunlight is sufficient, use it.

"The shifter and the boy could stay here," Hymnis answered, as she unlocked the door, "So can you Roslyn," the door opened, revealing a spiral staircase that went down. She spent a while in this home, make what you will of it.

"It's safe,"