Private for the granddaughter <3 Set on the 2nd of August 
WC: 1292
The afternoon sun was pouring into the room, reflecting off of the bare white walls, it caught small items around the room, causing them to glint and shine in the bright light. Those items were a long shining flute which now glittered silver, small shiny rocks caught the light as well and sparkled as if they were full of crystals, on the brightly coloured chequered bedspread the eyes and nose of a small toy wolf glittered as well. The toy was made from rabbit fur, sewed together carefully by whomever had made it, it's eyes made of silver beads, it's nose a bright black button. These items were of course all Soran's, she had made the wolf with care for her youngest daughter, Kiwi, the young green eyed girl had insisted her mother take it with her on the journey back to the lands, so that the ebony wolfess had a piece of her youngest litter wherever she went, so that she knew she was loved. The other artefacts had been collected along the fae's travels, some she had owned for years, like the flute and the tattered sheet music beneath it, others were new, the collection of interesting rocks and beads were always growing as the fae found new interesting objects to add to it. Now that she had the space to put them the collection had grown quickly, many more stones and small porcelain beads had found their way onto the plain white shelf that the others had rested on, spreading out and giving the bland room some much needed colour. The walls were too plain for the ebony grandmother's liking, they had been painted a plain magnolia by the humans who had occupied the house before the pack had moved in, along with the small wicker chair that sat in the corner, the fae was in the process of making a fur throw to cover that, collecting the skins of rabbits that she had caught and sewing them together, but the process would be slow, rabbits were so small and she would need many to make a throw of a reasonable size. The only real flashes of colour came from the bedspread, the blanket being a selection of wollen squares of all kinds of colours stitched together. The fae liked it, the reds, yellows, blues, greens and purples helped inject some life and personality into the otherwise plain room, she did not like not having her own stamp upon it, her own personal flair, she wanted to change it, she wanted to find some paint to spruce the place up again. She had been out for the past few days attempting to find paint, but so far she had been unlucky, having been distracted by Charm and Sarajevo, perhaps she would manage to find some today.
The truth was the ebony lady knew where she could find some paint, the evidence had been obvious, she could smell the paint as soon as she got anywhere near to the sunroom, but she had been too scared to go and knock on the door, the other scent stopping her. Mati. She knew now which room belonged to her reddish brown granddaughter, and her mate, the young daughter of the dark leader of Crimson Dreams. She did want to go and see Mati again, she wanted to try and break the ice between the pair of them, she wanted so badly to have a relationship with her granddaughter, she had missed so much of her life up until now, she wanted a chance to make up for it, to fix things between the pair. She had always been intending to go and see her again, she had actually aqquired a present for her not long after her first meeting with her, she had noticed the paint splatters on her fur, the paint on her fingertips and knew that she was an artist, plus she had it on good authority that her reddish granddaughter liked to paint, so when she had found the collection of brand new paintbrushes in a small packet she had decided that they would be the perfect present for her. So she had picked them up and put them in her bag, and now they were staring at her from the shelf, accusing her of not having given them over yet, they were not being used and they were clearly upset at that, if they could feel that was, Soran knew it was a fanciful thought, but still, they still seemed to be staring at her with scorn. She had been reading all morning, sat on her new terrace, her long legs crossed as she sat, trying to get lost in the world of fiction that William Shakespeare had crafted so well. But it had been to no avail, her mind had continously drifted back to the paintbrushes, the bare walls, her granddaughter. Perhaps it was time to go and see her, closing the book she walked back into the room, placing the book carefully onto the shelf, putting it neatly with all of the others, making sure it was perfectly in place. Swallowing hard she crossed the room and picked up the packet of paintbrushes, she held them for a moment, staring at all the differently sized brushes, smiling slightly, she was more than a little nervous at the idea of seeing Mati again, but the time had come.
Building up all the courage she could muster, the ebony fae opened her door and stepped out into the hall. She closed the door behind her carefully and began walking down the hallway, the bare wood creaking gently underfoot as she walked upon it, her usual silent footsteps being marred by the old wood in the house. She crossed through the workshop quickly, moving as swiftly as she could, worrying that if she stopped or slowed for a moment then she would lose her nerve and go back to her room, having to work up to leaving to see her granddaughter once again. Soon she found herself in the library again, here she did pause, smiling at the collection of books, it made her nostalgic for the old Syemv house, where she had amassed a good collection of books of her own. She looked around at all the books resting neatly upon the shelves, she smiled to herself, resolving to read them all when she had time. Somehow by remembering the old house something of her old self returned to her, the female who had been so optomistic and full of life, the fae that would not sit idley by when there was something she wanted. She felt brave once again. Long strides made quick work of the remaining distance between herself and Mati's room. She paused her by the closed door, taking a deep breath she gently stroked the paintbrushes again with her palm, she hoped they would go someway to being a peace offering, she did not want to buy Mati's love, she accepted that they might be thrown in her face, but she hoped that Mati would take them, that she would see that her grandmother meant no harm, that all she wanted was to be a part of her life. The ebony lady would accept it if her reddish granddaughter did not want her in her life, although it would shatter her already damaged heart. It was just a gamble she was going to have to take. Taking another deep, steadying breath she raised a dark hand, rapping her knuckles against the door, knocking gently. She realised her hands were shaking slightly with nerves, but there was no running away now, she would simply have to see what reception she gained when the door opened.
