Private for Charm/ Shannon <3 <3 
I am going to try and describe it as best as possible in my description, but if I can't, this link here is the room I am reffering to WC: 1255
The room was spacious, although not too big, the morning light came in through the large glass panels on the door, illuminating the entire space. The room was fairly empty, it's occupant having moved in only the previous day, on a shelf that ran along the wall were a few books stacked neatly, each one placed with loving care upon the shelf, their spines facing outwards to show their titles and authors. Below these on another sturdy shelf lay a long silver flute, some slightly tattered and torn sheet music beneath it, along with several brightly coloured stones, some gemstones, others simply plain rocks with adorned with interesting patterns, small flecks of unusual colours or stripes of vivid bright greens or blues criss crossing them, amonst these lay a few brightly coloured porcelain beads, of all sorts of colours, blues, purples, reds and yellows. Next to these lay a heavy thin slab of black slate, a few small words written upon it, several pieces of chalk and two pencils laying atop it, again, like the flute, it was pinning down several sheets of paper, but these were blank, though again they were slightly tattered and rough around the edges. Other than that there lay a bed, nothing particularly fancy or showy, a simple bed made of a dark wood, a bright wollen cover spread over it neatly, it was made up of many different coloured squares, although it's bright colours were fading, a sign that it was in fact a human relic left over from when people had occupied the house. Two small but rather plump pillows rested against the mahogany headboard of the bed, and a small handmade toy wolf lay at the bottom, stitched together with rabbit fur with two silver beads for eyes and a large black button for a nose. In one corner a small white chair sat, obviously made of some kind of wood woven together and then crudely painted by whichever human had owned this room in the past. The walls of the room were a plain magnolia, something which the new occupier was keen to change.
The new occupier was Soran, she had moved into the room just the day before, having entered the house that was so familiar to her, after all it had once been her home. She had been planning on claiming a room for herself, finding somewhere to stay and sleep in the confines of Haven Manor, it brought with it a semblance of normalcy, she had wanted to get things back to how they had once been, the easiest way she could see to do that was to claim a room in the house for herself. The ebony lady had never been against sleeping outdoors, she had had dens in caves and simply slept under the stars in the forest, for the past two years she had not even seen a human settlement. But she had slept in the Syemv house when it had still stood, and she used to sleep here, in this very house when she had last been a member of Crimson Dreams. Now she was once again a member of her familiar and former pack she had decided that it was time to treat herself once again to the luxury of sleeping in a bed, a proper padded bed with a soft mattress and a cover to hide underneath when the sun's rays became too intense in the mornings. So she had come into the house, scouting about, sniffing the air, testing to see which rooms were claimed and which were not, many had moved into the house it seemed, the rooms were nearly all taken, so when she had found this room with the terrace so neatly attatched to it just through a small door she had been delighted. She had sniffed all around it, it was most definately unoccupied, so she had claimed it for herself, deciding that it was now to be her little annex, her little safe Haven. She was very pleased to have found it already furnished, the bed and coverings already being there. It had been very dusty from having not been used for so long, but the ebony fae kept many useful things in her leather satchel and had happily produced a small rag and had cleaned the place from top to bottom before adorning it with knick knacks and items from her satchel. It was good to empty the leather bag, to spread her items around the room, the books being removed had been the best part, the bag suddenly weighing a fraction of what it had so soon before hand. She had also tacked some pages of writing onto the walls, letters her children had written her when she was leaving, she had been forced to promise not to read them until she had gotten settled in these lands, now she had tacked them to her walls, there were four in total, one from each of her youngest litter. They were a reminder that no matter how awful things got, they still loved her, she was still loved.
With a lazy yawn the ebony fae stood, stretching out her lithe limbs, raising her arms high above her head, stretching even all the way to her dark fingertips. She rubbed the sleep from her emerald eyes and looked about the room. She was rather pleased with what she had done with it, although the plain walls were annoying her, the room needed some colour, some personality injected into it, the obsidian lady would have to find some paint and change the colour of at least one of the walls. Her dark hand rested on the toy wolf for a moment, she had made one each for her youngest children, being fairly good at sewing, this one was from Kiwi, her youngest, she had insisted that she take it with her, so that she always had something of her in case she got lonely. After much protesting the ebony mother had taken it, even now simply looking at it made her smile, her children were so thoughtful, she was proud of each and every one of them, she was sure that she would be proud of her elder children if they were here now too, well perhaps not Conri, he had done some awful things, but then again, he would have plenty of opportunity to redeem himself in his mother's eyes. She smiled again, looking once more around the room before slipping her satchel's sturdy strap over her head so that it rested across her chest on one shoulder. Long dark fingers rummaged in it carefully, making sure she had everything she needed, taking out her present for Mati, the set of paintbrushes and laying them carefully onto one of the shelves nearby. Finally she decided that she was ready, she opened her door and stepped outside, closing the heavy wooden fixture behind her again. She paused for a moment, scratching her name roughly onto the wooden door, it was a messy scribble, but she could fix that later. Eventually Soran stepped out of the main front door of the Manor, standing in the doorway for a moment, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air. She felt wonderfully awake this morning, a product, she was sure, of such a good night's rest. Green eyes roved the lands, deciding which way would be the best to set out to find paint, she paused in the doorway whilst she tried to decide.
