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The library. It was Jazper’s safety, his fort, his hideaway. He had brought new life into this great hall and he called claim to the secret passages it held, and let’s not forget, the black grand piano which sat in the center of the rounded room. The library was the Knight’s baby. The morning had just begun for the members of Crimson Dreams. Breakfast was available for those who were hungry. Jazz, however, was more in the mood for inspiration. Entering the library he headed straight for the back, taking long strides all the way. Every step echoed in off the walls, it was an eerie feeling being so alone for some, but to Jazper it was perfect. Stopping as he approached a large portrait that ran about 6 feet tall, starting at the floor, he swung the picture sideways to reveal an opening.
Lowering his head he slid through the passage and into a small room with half decently sized windows on the ceiling for lighting. He sighed as he looked around. The right side was a wall of weapons. Hand guns, hunting guns, full out items of war, swords, whips, daggers, he had collected them all from Halifax. The humans must have been violent creatures. Of course he was partial to the swords and daggers, not knowing how to load the guns with the nonexistent bullets he had. Ignoring the right side he walked straight to the left, a wall of musicality, of old instruments without names for the most part. Grabbing his deep brown violin and bow he started out of the hidden room and closed the ‘door’. He started to play as he walked around the library, eventually standing beside his piano. He let his emotions, the love, the pain, the good times and bad float up to the ceiling and surround the room. This was heaven.
The library. It was Jazper’s safety, his fort, his hideaway. He had brought new life into this great hall and he called claim to the secret passages it held, and let’s not forget, the black grand piano which sat in the center of the rounded room. The library was the Knight’s baby. The morning had just begun for the members of Crimson Dreams. Breakfast was available for those who were hungry. Jazz, however, was more in the mood for inspiration. Entering the library he headed straight for the back, taking long strides all the way. Every step echoed in off the walls, it was an eerie feeling being so alone for some, but to Jazper it was perfect. Stopping as he approached a large portrait that ran about 6 feet tall, starting at the floor, he swung the picture sideways to reveal an opening.
Lowering his head he slid through the passage and into a small room with half decently sized windows on the ceiling for lighting. He sighed as he looked around. The right side was a wall of weapons. Hand guns, hunting guns, full out items of war, swords, whips, daggers, he had collected them all from Halifax. The humans must have been violent creatures. Of course he was partial to the swords and daggers, not knowing how to load the guns with the nonexistent bullets he had. Ignoring the right side he walked straight to the left, a wall of musicality, of old instruments without names for the most part. Grabbing his deep brown violin and bow he started out of the hidden room and closed the ‘door’. He started to play as he walked around the library, eventually standing beside his piano. He let his emotions, the love, the pain, the good times and bad float up to the ceiling and surround the room. This was heaven.