Takes place in the mansion. Ykesha is going to end up claiming a room on the second floor if that's chill (CW10).
The air smelled of rusted iron: stale, weathered, old. From afar the building had appeared regal. Its face stretched up from the twisted arms of the Forest of Nod like a shepherd surveying his flock. Its red walls seemed bright and authoritative, its broad porch resembled the brilliant studded chest of a well decorated general. Upon further investigation, however, Ykesha concluded otherwise. This was no proud Shepherd, no hero of war. When she reached the front steps she felt the weight and sadness the building emitted. It seemed withered and lethargic--a dried fruit long spoiled yet left to hang upon its drying string next to the kitchen hearth. The fae’s striped ears flicked back momentarily, her wariness causing her to pause before stepping onto the dilapidated wood of the front porch. What a sad place. What a horribly weary place. Were it not for the strong scent of coyote that seemed to mix with the stale-iron air wafting from the entry door, the woman would have turned back. Still, Ykesha found herself poised between entry and retreat, one foot on the stairway which led to the front door.
This belongs to Inferni, she reminded herself. This belongs to me. The woman’s eyes hardened and she climbed the decomposing steps to the front door.
It opened as soon as she placed her hand on the brass knob.
The wind pushing out from the mansion’s interior was rank. Again iron and unturned air thrust itself rudely up the hybrid’s nose. Her lips curled absentmindedly in distaste. Columns of dust rose slowly like the breath from a beast’s nostrils in winter and the sunlight filtering in from the broken windows lit these pillars gold and copper. The dust seethed and rolled as the air swam through it; Ykesha marveled at how alive something so inanimate could appear. Yet the stillness of the rest of the environment unnerved her and with haste the images of dust fell from her mind. The mansion seemed too empty. Among the dankness the female’s eyes found no residents. Her ears heard nothing within the unending stillness. With wide eyes and a careful step, Ykesha moved into the foyer and allowed the door to fall shut behind her.
She was greeted by stillness and the stink of iron.
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