Buried deep in the East Wing, beyond the kitchens and underneath a stair well is a largely unassuming wooden door. Hung on the door is a sign and on this sign in gentle gold script are the words 'Manager's Office'. A polite, or urgent if necessary, knock on the door will receive a calm and measured response from a low, warm voice that resonates just slightly more than the average mortal's should. The type of voice that seeps through the skin and warms the bones and the soul.
"Come in."
The door opens with a soft click and pushes inward, letting the visitor into a small hallway no more than three feet long before it opens up into a small, cozy office space. Back when Castle Graciene still served as an actual castle and home to royalty, this room had once been a part of the servant's quarters, most likely the head butler given the size of it. Under Caneadea's management, however, it has been transformed into the beating heart of the Farhaven Hotel. The cold stone walls have been covered in warm, dark walnut carved with countless winter scenes. The ceiling has been painted with a delicate hand to resembled the northern lights. Just about every surface that isn't the ancient shifter's desk has been covered in the softest, warmest of furs and a small fire crackles merrily behind a wrought iron gate in the corner.
Behind said desk the hotel manager herself sits, shuffling papers around and making marks in a large book beside her. A lap top sits to the side of the desk as well, but she largely seems to be ignoring it, favoring the more tactile form of record keeping it seems. The woman is...large to say the least. Even sitting down she is practically as tall as most of the folks that visit the hotel. Her shoulders and hips are wide and the furs she's wearing only exaggerate just how thick her frame appears. Her hair is long and white with glittering cyan strands threading through it and popping up out of those lovely pale locks are a pair of fluffy white bear ears, offering some hint as to the woman's true nature. Her eyes, though, are most arresting for when she raises them from her work it can be noted that they have no irises. All that can be found in their depths are countless glittering constellations swirling through the endless void.
All in all the room itself gives off a very inviting aura, as does the manager herself, though her size can't help but intimidate some. In all fairness, it should. Despite her warm smile and gentle voice, it cannot be denied that this woman is some form of predator, old and powerful as the stars in the skies themselves.
"Come in."
The door opens with a soft click and pushes inward, letting the visitor into a small hallway no more than three feet long before it opens up into a small, cozy office space. Back when Castle Graciene still served as an actual castle and home to royalty, this room had once been a part of the servant's quarters, most likely the head butler given the size of it. Under Caneadea's management, however, it has been transformed into the beating heart of the Farhaven Hotel. The cold stone walls have been covered in warm, dark walnut carved with countless winter scenes. The ceiling has been painted with a delicate hand to resembled the northern lights. Just about every surface that isn't the ancient shifter's desk has been covered in the softest, warmest of furs and a small fire crackles merrily behind a wrought iron gate in the corner.
Behind said desk the hotel manager herself sits, shuffling papers around and making marks in a large book beside her. A lap top sits to the side of the desk as well, but she largely seems to be ignoring it, favoring the more tactile form of record keeping it seems. The woman is...large to say the least. Even sitting down she is practically as tall as most of the folks that visit the hotel. Her shoulders and hips are wide and the furs she's wearing only exaggerate just how thick her frame appears. Her hair is long and white with glittering cyan strands threading through it and popping up out of those lovely pale locks are a pair of fluffy white bear ears, offering some hint as to the woman's true nature. Her eyes, though, are most arresting for when she raises them from her work it can be noted that they have no irises. All that can be found in their depths are countless glittering constellations swirling through the endless void.
All in all the room itself gives off a very inviting aura, as does the manager herself, though her size can't help but intimidate some. In all fairness, it should. Despite her warm smile and gentle voice, it cannot be denied that this woman is some form of predator, old and powerful as the stars in the skies themselves.
Marching through the halls of the hotel, Lynn maintained proper posture and composure as someone of her status. It mattered not where she was. Looks were powerful, and she had the reputation back home as one of the most powerful boss bitches the land has ever come to know. And if this hotel was expecting her with a reservation in place then Lynn would place no doubt in the fact that her reputation clearly reached even the likes of here. Barty down at reception knew him. So the manager themself was next. The red clad water nymph found the door and with a gentle and polite knock rapped at the door until the word of welcome were heard.
Opening at a steady pace that wouldn't swing wide or feel rushed, Lynn entered the office and let her eyes take in the sights to behold. Such fine furnishings and decor. Furs and warm interior space made for a cozy keep within the hotel. Lynn liked the rustic and arctic style! Like a den. Perfect fit for...
"...oooo~" The nymph was speechless. A beautiful giant before her at the desk instantly snuffed out the usual aura of dominance and confidence that Lynn had. The nymph was usually one of the taller ones in the room. Not particularly small compared to the manager before her. Which meant the strong and confident approach was already dead in the water. Lynn wore such an adorable meek expression as she found no words at first. Just a slow blinking stare before her brain slapped the back of her eyes and made her get her shit together!
"Ah-hem~" She cleared her throat with a soft smile on her lips. "Good day! It has come to my attention that I was... expected! But dare I confess. I've not a clue where I am here. Might you help me understand what... ummm... all of this is?" Lynn had to confess her clear confusion of this all if she were going to gain anything from it. Hands folded neatly at her stomach again as she gazed upon Caneadea.
Opening at a steady pace that wouldn't swing wide or feel rushed, Lynn entered the office and let her eyes take in the sights to behold. Such fine furnishings and decor. Furs and warm interior space made for a cozy keep within the hotel. Lynn liked the rustic and arctic style! Like a den. Perfect fit for...
"...oooo~" The nymph was speechless. A beautiful giant before her at the desk instantly snuffed out the usual aura of dominance and confidence that Lynn had. The nymph was usually one of the taller ones in the room. Not particularly small compared to the manager before her. Which meant the strong and confident approach was already dead in the water. Lynn wore such an adorable meek expression as she found no words at first. Just a slow blinking stare before her brain slapped the back of her eyes and made her get her shit together!
"Ah-hem~" She cleared her throat with a soft smile on her lips. "Good day! It has come to my attention that I was... expected! But dare I confess. I've not a clue where I am here. Might you help me understand what... ummm... all of this is?" Lynn had to confess her clear confusion of this all if she were going to gain anything from it. Hands folded neatly at her stomach again as she gazed upon Caneadea.
As Lynn enters, Cane sits back from whatever it is she'd been working on so that she can observe the nymph's entrance with interest. The pale woman's reaction at first seeing her isn't unexpected and the shifter makes no attempt to interrupt her thought process or bring attention to the unexpected pause. She simply sits and waits for her to...get her shit together, as the narration dictated. Once the other woman has finally spoken, the manager nods, pushes her leather upholstered office chair back, and slowly stands until she reaches her full height, causing the tips of her soft round ears to brush against that lovingly painted ceiling.
"And a good day to you as well, Miss Nezz," the woman rumbles, the words lumbering their way up out of that voluminous fur wrapped chest with a weight and gravitas completely in line with her appearance. "You were indeed expected. And that is indeed unusual. However, before we get into the...meat of our mutual dilemma, why don't you sit down and get comfortable."
With a smile she gestures to one of the large leather chairs draped with soft furs and small white throw pillows situated before her desk. "Even in times of crisis, this is still the Farhaven. Comfort is of utmost importance. Let me get you a drink. Tea? Coffee? Chocolate? Mulled wine?"
Whether Lynn does as bidden or voices a drink preference, Cane will at least make herself a hot chocolate overflowing with marshmallows in a chunky black mug. If Lynn agrees to be served the shifter will happily prepare her preference from the contents of a large freestanding pantry in the corner. Only once this has all been seen to and both women are as comfortable as the hotel manager can make them does she finally speak again. Moving over to the one small window letting in a bit of thin sunlight form the sky above, Cane stares out as she cradles her drink and considers how best to approach the nymph's concerns.
"I suppose I should start with where you are and we can move on to the why at our leisure." This thought seems more aimed at herself than Lynn, the words spoken lightly and low enough it might be easy to miss them. Then she takes a deep breath and turns to level those glittering eyes upon Lynn.
"I'm sure this all must be a bit disconcerting. It always is for our guests, even those who do not arrive under unprecedented circumstances such as these. The simplest and most straightforward explanation is that the Farhaven Hotel does not exist within time and space as you might know it. Even I do not fully understand the true nature of the castle and the reasons for the unusual state I found it in. The castle choses its guests upon whims and criteria that are completely outside of my control or understanding. Mostly. There are certain...requirements hard coded into the agreement I signed with the Princess. Beyond that, however, the Hotel does what it wishes. Getting you here was...not easy and I apologize in advance for what may come to pass because of it."
These last words come out lower still, weighed down by worry. Worry and regret. Then she is taking a deep drink from her mug, partially to center herself and partially to give her guest some time to consider what has been said so far.
"And a good day to you as well, Miss Nezz," the woman rumbles, the words lumbering their way up out of that voluminous fur wrapped chest with a weight and gravitas completely in line with her appearance. "You were indeed expected. And that is indeed unusual. However, before we get into the...meat of our mutual dilemma, why don't you sit down and get comfortable."
With a smile she gestures to one of the large leather chairs draped with soft furs and small white throw pillows situated before her desk. "Even in times of crisis, this is still the Farhaven. Comfort is of utmost importance. Let me get you a drink. Tea? Coffee? Chocolate? Mulled wine?"
Whether Lynn does as bidden or voices a drink preference, Cane will at least make herself a hot chocolate overflowing with marshmallows in a chunky black mug. If Lynn agrees to be served the shifter will happily prepare her preference from the contents of a large freestanding pantry in the corner. Only once this has all been seen to and both women are as comfortable as the hotel manager can make them does she finally speak again. Moving over to the one small window letting in a bit of thin sunlight form the sky above, Cane stares out as she cradles her drink and considers how best to approach the nymph's concerns.
"I suppose I should start with where you are and we can move on to the why at our leisure." This thought seems more aimed at herself than Lynn, the words spoken lightly and low enough it might be easy to miss them. Then she takes a deep breath and turns to level those glittering eyes upon Lynn.
"I'm sure this all must be a bit disconcerting. It always is for our guests, even those who do not arrive under unprecedented circumstances such as these. The simplest and most straightforward explanation is that the Farhaven Hotel does not exist within time and space as you might know it. Even I do not fully understand the true nature of the castle and the reasons for the unusual state I found it in. The castle choses its guests upon whims and criteria that are completely outside of my control or understanding. Mostly. There are certain...requirements hard coded into the agreement I signed with the Princess. Beyond that, however, the Hotel does what it wishes. Getting you here was...not easy and I apologize in advance for what may come to pass because of it."
These last words come out lower still, weighed down by worry. Worry and regret. Then she is taking a deep drink from her mug, partially to center herself and partially to give her guest some time to consider what has been said so far.
Tall! Holy shit she was tall! Lynn felt dwarfed in Canes presence but at the same time the bear of a woman made everything feel as casual as possible. Her tone. Her aura. It was all welcoming and assuring that this was all fine. Even with Lynn being expected here being such an unexpected phenomenon, it was all presented like they'd have it all figured out soon enough. Which Lynn had no reason to doubt of course. Being abducted from her world aside, the castle was quite cozy. Thus far too has presented itself to have great choice in guests and workers as well. From skimpy succubi, possible fae daddies, and now an absolutely cozy and hot mama bear who Lynn could die happy smothered in that fur clad bosom...
"Ill take..." Lynn was about to default to the wine. Alcohol to take the edge off. Make her think less of this all. But no. She opted instead to keep her wits about her. Just in case she needed to put that brain of her towards something. "...a hot chocolate as well, please!" May as well join in the cozy vibes. Hot chocolate and fur seats? Lynn was going to be spoiled rotten, with glee!
Listening in, it now sounded like this place was a pocket dimension of sorts. Between space and time? How curious. Explained why it was shrouded in mystery too. Lynn would have balked at the idea of having so many unanswered factors to this place, but something about being between realms made it strangely understandable. Some things were not meant to be understood. Like the choice process of the hotel apparently and how Lynn was expected opposed to those who seemed to just stumble on in. "So when you say getting me here was Not Easy... what is that implying?" Lynn would pick up the warm mug of hot chocolate once it was available to her, and would sit cozy back in her seat. Warming herself with the warm and marshmallow fluffed mug in her map while smelling the sweet scent.
She pondered it a bit more. Worry crept partially into her mind now too. "Am I... not meant to leave?" She questioned if that was what this all meant. Was she more than a guest? Did the castle chose her for more than a visitation? Did it want her here... forever?!
"Ill take..." Lynn was about to default to the wine. Alcohol to take the edge off. Make her think less of this all. But no. She opted instead to keep her wits about her. Just in case she needed to put that brain of her towards something. "...a hot chocolate as well, please!" May as well join in the cozy vibes. Hot chocolate and fur seats? Lynn was going to be spoiled rotten, with glee!
Listening in, it now sounded like this place was a pocket dimension of sorts. Between space and time? How curious. Explained why it was shrouded in mystery too. Lynn would have balked at the idea of having so many unanswered factors to this place, but something about being between realms made it strangely understandable. Some things were not meant to be understood. Like the choice process of the hotel apparently and how Lynn was expected opposed to those who seemed to just stumble on in. "So when you say getting me here was Not Easy... what is that implying?" Lynn would pick up the warm mug of hot chocolate once it was available to her, and would sit cozy back in her seat. Warming herself with the warm and marshmallow fluffed mug in her map while smelling the sweet scent.
She pondered it a bit more. Worry crept partially into her mind now too. "Am I... not meant to leave?" She questioned if that was what this all meant. Was she more than a guest? Did the castle chose her for more than a visitation? Did it want her here... forever?!
The hot chocolate that Lynn has been been provided with isn't just thin cocoa powder dissolved listlessly in hot water. Dark and milk chocolate have been melted slowly and mixed with just the right amount of cream and just a hint of powdered peppermint to craft the perfect winter beverage. Topping the whole thing with enough marshmallows to give a kinder a sugar crash is just the cherry on top. Cane savors her own happily as she lets her words settle between them and awaits the nymph's next questions, of which she is sure there will be many.
"Mmm...it means I don't usually have much say in who arrives on our doorstep, nor do I try to. However recently it has become more and more clear to me that we are going to be needing outside help. Soon. So I...made suggestions. I had to find someone who could not only help us, but would also meet the castle's other unassailable requirements. Someone powerful and intelligent but who also needed rest and respite. It was a tricky tight rope to walk. My wording had to be exact. The contract the Princess and I signed is far more binding than I'd initially realized..."
Lynn's next question, perhaps rightfully asked due to a few things Cane had mentioned, actually makes the shifter choke on her subsequent sip of hot chocolate. There's a mild bought of sputtering and a few gasps and coughs, before she speaks with feeling. Almost anger.
"No!" The word is a growl so deep and heavy it shakes the walls around them for a moment. Then the woman is taking a deep breath and reigning herself back in again. "I apologize. You...misunderstand. You are not a captive here. No guest or employee is. There is only one person on the grounds who is unable to leave, and there is nothing I can do for her sadly. It is her fate. You are welcome to leave whenever you like. All you need do is walk into the woods the way you came and you will find yourself back where you came from. Perhaps a little before or a little after the time you left, but it shouldn't be more than a day or two."
Setting her mug down on a small round coaster, Cane leans her massive rear against her desk, rests her hands on the edges either side of her undeniably child bearing hips, and levels her deepest, most sincere gaze upon the smaller woman. "If you chose to leave, you will not be stopped. You will not be harmed. You will not be judged. Our troubles are not yours and I understand if you are not willing to take on any extra responsibility. At the end of the day you were still brought to this place because you need rest. If you stay, I will do everything in my power to see that your time here is as enjoyable as possible. I hope that, at least, is crystal clear."
"Mmm...it means I don't usually have much say in who arrives on our doorstep, nor do I try to. However recently it has become more and more clear to me that we are going to be needing outside help. Soon. So I...made suggestions. I had to find someone who could not only help us, but would also meet the castle's other unassailable requirements. Someone powerful and intelligent but who also needed rest and respite. It was a tricky tight rope to walk. My wording had to be exact. The contract the Princess and I signed is far more binding than I'd initially realized..."
Lynn's next question, perhaps rightfully asked due to a few things Cane had mentioned, actually makes the shifter choke on her subsequent sip of hot chocolate. There's a mild bought of sputtering and a few gasps and coughs, before she speaks with feeling. Almost anger.
"No!" The word is a growl so deep and heavy it shakes the walls around them for a moment. Then the woman is taking a deep breath and reigning herself back in again. "I apologize. You...misunderstand. You are not a captive here. No guest or employee is. There is only one person on the grounds who is unable to leave, and there is nothing I can do for her sadly. It is her fate. You are welcome to leave whenever you like. All you need do is walk into the woods the way you came and you will find yourself back where you came from. Perhaps a little before or a little after the time you left, but it shouldn't be more than a day or two."
Setting her mug down on a small round coaster, Cane leans her massive rear against her desk, rests her hands on the edges either side of her undeniably child bearing hips, and levels her deepest, most sincere gaze upon the smaller woman. "If you chose to leave, you will not be stopped. You will not be harmed. You will not be judged. Our troubles are not yours and I understand if you are not willing to take on any extra responsibility. At the end of the day you were still brought to this place because you need rest. If you stay, I will do everything in my power to see that your time here is as enjoyable as possible. I hope that, at least, is crystal clear."
The booming voice was startling to say the least. Lynn was not expecting her worry to offend the manager. A slip in composure perhaps? Cane seemed to be quick to reel it back in. Apologizing for the outburst and returning to her more casual tone was nice, but did answer some starting questions in Lynn's mind which she never actively asked. She simply waited to gain the answers to them. Who are you? This was one of those simple internal questions Lynn always kept an eye out for. And Cane now showed some of this. Power and attitude behind her warm and cozy exterior. Lynn did not flinch though in the presence of such outburst. Strangely more comfortable dealing with potential aggression than she was being confused about a magical castle.
She'd clear her throat again calmly once Cane reeled it back in. "Thats ok~" Lynn cooed gently. Assuring Cane that there was no harm. No foul. Lynn listened next to the rest of the explanation. About how Cane needed help and how tedious of a task it was getting the castle to obey such a pinpointed request. As much as Lynn needed a vacation, that certainly lended itself to the cause. But hearing it was also a job proposal of sorts too made her very curious. It would be a lie for Lynn to ever say she wasn't interested in new business adventures. So the nymph slowly smirked at the manager. A slow sip then of the delectable beverage in her grasp. A sip of melty marshmallow, hot chocolate so audibly filled the air with a satisfied clap of her lips to round it all off. Delicious!
"Free to leave. But a request to help. Well... do color me interested. I'd love to add inter dimensional hotel investor to my resume." Lynn chuckled. Purposely making it sound humorous, but, she was dead serious!
"Ill tell you what~ since this vacation has been first so thrust upon me, I shall indulge first in what you and this place have to offer. Ill get the lay of the land so to speak. Come up with some of my own conclusions. Then... im in. A mix of work and play might be a nice change of pace for me. And no worries. You'll find that i am easily pleased." Lynn couldn't help but eye the woman before her up and down again. Admiring. Not objectifying. Cane was a whole lot of woman! Lynn was actually questioning internally if she could even topple that mountain!
She'd clear her throat again calmly once Cane reeled it back in. "Thats ok~" Lynn cooed gently. Assuring Cane that there was no harm. No foul. Lynn listened next to the rest of the explanation. About how Cane needed help and how tedious of a task it was getting the castle to obey such a pinpointed request. As much as Lynn needed a vacation, that certainly lended itself to the cause. But hearing it was also a job proposal of sorts too made her very curious. It would be a lie for Lynn to ever say she wasn't interested in new business adventures. So the nymph slowly smirked at the manager. A slow sip then of the delectable beverage in her grasp. A sip of melty marshmallow, hot chocolate so audibly filled the air with a satisfied clap of her lips to round it all off. Delicious!
"Free to leave. But a request to help. Well... do color me interested. I'd love to add inter dimensional hotel investor to my resume." Lynn chuckled. Purposely making it sound humorous, but, she was dead serious!
"Ill tell you what~ since this vacation has been first so thrust upon me, I shall indulge first in what you and this place have to offer. Ill get the lay of the land so to speak. Come up with some of my own conclusions. Then... im in. A mix of work and play might be a nice change of pace for me. And no worries. You'll find that i am easily pleased." Lynn couldn't help but eye the woman before her up and down again. Admiring. Not objectifying. Cane was a whole lot of woman! Lynn was actually questioning internally if she could even topple that mountain!
When Lynn admits to being interested in helping, Cane cannot help but allow a small smile to pull her lips up, revealing a pair of predatory incisors. The smile itself is full of gratitude and relief, however. No anger or frustration appears to be left within her expression at all. She is as calm and welcoming as she had been when the nymph first entered her office.
The fact that Lynn hasn't rejected the whole situation outright is promising. She could still leave at any point, but for now Cane will take her words as a good sign. They have passed the first major hurdle: acceptance of the unorthodox nature of situation. Perhaps from here, trust and eventually constructive action may grow.
Picking her mug back up again, the shifter takes a long sip, soothing the strained nerves that had caused her to snap slightly before. It's fine. Everything is going to be alright. They will find a way to make things right again.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," the heavy set woman agrees to Lynn's conditions with a nod. "There is always much to please the guest at Farhaven Hotel." Those full lips twitch a bit in a smirk as she notes the nymph's...admiring glances. Brave. Not many can get past her size, age and power level to feel comfortable enough to be forward. It makes her far more curious about this woman she's essentially kidnapped.
"All I ask, Miss Nezz, is that you keep your eyes and ears open while you are here. Take in the sights. Enjoy the food. Take pleasure and comfort in all we have to offer. And if you notice anything that you feel may be out of the ordinary or that runs...contrary to the nature of my vision for the Farhaven, we can have another little chat."
The fact that Lynn hasn't rejected the whole situation outright is promising. She could still leave at any point, but for now Cane will take her words as a good sign. They have passed the first major hurdle: acceptance of the unorthodox nature of situation. Perhaps from here, trust and eventually constructive action may grow.
Picking her mug back up again, the shifter takes a long sip, soothing the strained nerves that had caused her to snap slightly before. It's fine. Everything is going to be alright. They will find a way to make things right again.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," the heavy set woman agrees to Lynn's conditions with a nod. "There is always much to please the guest at Farhaven Hotel." Those full lips twitch a bit in a smirk as she notes the nymph's...admiring glances. Brave. Not many can get past her size, age and power level to feel comfortable enough to be forward. It makes her far more curious about this woman she's essentially kidnapped.
"All I ask, Miss Nezz, is that you keep your eyes and ears open while you are here. Take in the sights. Enjoy the food. Take pleasure and comfort in all we have to offer. And if you notice anything that you feel may be out of the ordinary or that runs...contrary to the nature of my vision for the Farhaven, we can have another little chat."
It seems they had reached an agreement. This was good. The starting relationship of understanding one another was most important when diving into business ventures. Now it was up to Lynn though to experience a mixture of leisure and the castles offerings so that she could better understand how this place worked and what Canes vision was for the overall trajectory. Nothing a bit of casual analysis couldn't solve over her time here. But for now it was hot coco and atmosphere to be enjoyed first and foremost.
"My expertise are at your disposal once I recharge a tic or two." Lynn mused. Her wondering mind caught up to her now though and she had some questions. "My~ emmmm... belongings. How do I go about getting them here? I am not too fond of being trapped in my holiday gown for my entire stay." Lynn inquired with a little chuckle. By the gods would she need a change of attire at some point though. Her normal dresses. Swim wear. Lazy clothes! Adventuring set for if she wanted to check out the mountains. A girl needed options!
"My expertise are at your disposal once I recharge a tic or two." Lynn mused. Her wondering mind caught up to her now though and she had some questions. "My~ emmmm... belongings. How do I go about getting them here? I am not too fond of being trapped in my holiday gown for my entire stay." Lynn inquired with a little chuckle. By the gods would she need a change of attire at some point though. Her normal dresses. Swim wear. Lazy clothes! Adventuring set for if she wanted to check out the mountains. A girl needed options!
The offer of expertise is greeted with a small smirk but a low dip of her head in recognition. Lynn is a business woman at heart. No doubt her capitalist sensibilities will be rather shocked and perhaps even horrified by the manner in which the Farhaven operates.
"An understandable concern," Cane murmurs, those strange star filled eyes of hers sparkling down at the nymph. "Though I must say, this ensemble is lovely. The embroidery alone must have cost a small fortune."
Setting her now half empty mug down again, the ancient shifter reaches out to run a strong finger over said embroidery, though she stops just short, tilting her head in a silent request for permission. If it is granted she will trace the delicate vine-like gold thread appreciatively. If not she will simply lean back again with another nod of her head, happy to give the woman any space she may desire.
"I assume you came to see me first before going up to your room? I think when you arrive in your suite the answer to that question will become obvious." Because while the castle cannot provide you with exactly what you had in your closet back home, it is happy to meet any need one might have. Clothes. Toiletries. Cosmetics. The whole kit and caboodle all laid out atop cabinet tops or hanging within elaborately carved wardrobes.
"An understandable concern," Cane murmurs, those strange star filled eyes of hers sparkling down at the nymph. "Though I must say, this ensemble is lovely. The embroidery alone must have cost a small fortune."
Setting her now half empty mug down again, the ancient shifter reaches out to run a strong finger over said embroidery, though she stops just short, tilting her head in a silent request for permission. If it is granted she will trace the delicate vine-like gold thread appreciatively. If not she will simply lean back again with another nod of her head, happy to give the woman any space she may desire.
"I assume you came to see me first before going up to your room? I think when you arrive in your suite the answer to that question will become obvious." Because while the castle cannot provide you with exactly what you had in your closet back home, it is happy to meet any need one might have. Clothes. Toiletries. Cosmetics. The whole kit and caboodle all laid out atop cabinet tops or hanging within elaborately carved wardrobes.
There would be much to learn and far more to understand. The happenings of truly magical lands and phenomena were not something Lynn was a direct expert in. Lynn's strength usually came in the form of networking. She had the money and resources to acquire what ever and who ever you needed for a job or task ahead. She employed some of the world's greatest scientist and arcane minds! Business was her strong suit though so she would unravel the mysteries in due time and make this place her own just like she had tackled and previous venture in her past.
"Oh~?" Lynn paused from her drink when Cane commented and complimented her gown. The crimson cloak was truthfully gaudy as it could be. Gulded in golden orb-weaver silk. Hand tailored by the finest seamstress she could find. So in short, yes it was meant to be admired and gazed upon! Lynn gave an approving nod and smile to Cane when she reached out, allowing the woman to touch and inspect it closer.
"We will not discuss costs. I dont know how money operates in this world, but I assure you this gown alone could pay a king's ransom." Lynn laughed.
Regarding her room, Cane was also right. Lynn had not been up there yet. Still unaware of how the magic here worked and what she would find in her suite. "I guess I'll just have to see for myself once we are concluded." Lynn simply shrugged. Seems Cane was hinting at the nymph finding out soon enough. There was really no doubting anything here, so, she'd just have to take it at face value and be surprised later!
"I have many questions for you too of course. Everything from your fine furs to your powerful stature. But, I suppose that can all be shared over time throughout my stay. Wouldn't want to learn everything so quickly and it all become boring, after all." Lynn joked. Returning to her hot chocolate, she'd nurse the rest of it down until the mug was empty. She'd be ready for her room now, seeing as some deals had been struck and expectations set. "Work after a little bit of play. I'm eager to see what the hotel has to offer." Lynn reminded them both. She needed some rest! She was here for a vacation first and foremost. But Lynn also loved to work. This would be an interesting time ahead of them all.
"Oh~?" Lynn paused from her drink when Cane commented and complimented her gown. The crimson cloak was truthfully gaudy as it could be. Gulded in golden orb-weaver silk. Hand tailored by the finest seamstress she could find. So in short, yes it was meant to be admired and gazed upon! Lynn gave an approving nod and smile to Cane when she reached out, allowing the woman to touch and inspect it closer.
"We will not discuss costs. I dont know how money operates in this world, but I assure you this gown alone could pay a king's ransom." Lynn laughed.
Regarding her room, Cane was also right. Lynn had not been up there yet. Still unaware of how the magic here worked and what she would find in her suite. "I guess I'll just have to see for myself once we are concluded." Lynn simply shrugged. Seems Cane was hinting at the nymph finding out soon enough. There was really no doubting anything here, so, she'd just have to take it at face value and be surprised later!
"I have many questions for you too of course. Everything from your fine furs to your powerful stature. But, I suppose that can all be shared over time throughout my stay. Wouldn't want to learn everything so quickly and it all become boring, after all." Lynn joked. Returning to her hot chocolate, she'd nurse the rest of it down until the mug was empty. She'd be ready for her room now, seeing as some deals had been struck and expectations set. "Work after a little bit of play. I'm eager to see what the hotel has to offer." Lynn reminded them both. She needed some rest! She was here for a vacation first and foremost. But Lynn also loved to work. This would be an interesting time ahead of them all.
"The Farhaven likes to keep its secrets, but it likes to share them too. With the right person." It's the only way Cane had managed to turn the castle into a functioning hotel with working plumbing and even a few wifi spots. In truth the bear suspects the castle is actually lonely or perhaps it is some sort of projection of the princess' broken heart. It's hard to say. All she knows is that it very clearly wants guests to look after. It wants to find people worthy of learning the truths it protects deep within its walls. Perhaps some day the shifter may even be allowed to enter the Tower and see for herself the dark beating heart of this otherwise light hearted location.
"I have a feeling that as you go about enjoying your vacation, you may just become one of those people. At least...I hope."
Leaning back from the nymph again, a strain grows around the woman's sparkling star filled eyes. Part of her wants to tells Lynn more. Explain more fully what is happening and her suspicions as to why. Truth be told though, Lynn hadn't been Cane's first choice. A business woman isn't exactly the best suited to unraveling mystical, magical mysteries. For months the bear had tried to finagle her way into some sort of wizard or sorcerer or anyone that might be able to combat the oddities cropping up around the hotel. It all came to naught.
In the end she and the castle had compromised. Lynn hasn't studied magic specifically, but the nymph's nature is inherently magical despite that. Even more importantly to Cane, she is intelligent, insightful, tactical and brave. Most importantly to the castle she is desperately overworked, largely due to being a workaholic. The workaholic part will not doubt work in Cane's favor though. All in all, the woman's presence is a gamble, but the shifter still feels as though the odds are slowly stacking themselves up in her favor.
Lynn's comments about her furs and her stature allows the taller woman to chuckle and smile a bit more fully again, wiping away some of the strain that had been tainting the sparkle in her eyes. "I have no doubt we will run into each other again during your stay," she assures her newest guest before holding her hand out. Should Lynn grace her palm with those slim, much paler fingers, she will bend down to press her warm, plush lips to her delicate knuckles before gesturing with her free hand towards the office door. "May I recommend that once you have settled in your room you find your way down to the East Wing? There's an area just outside the kitchens that used to be a washing pool. I had it transformed into a hot tub during the castle's renovations."
"I have a feeling that as you go about enjoying your vacation, you may just become one of those people. At least...I hope."
Leaning back from the nymph again, a strain grows around the woman's sparkling star filled eyes. Part of her wants to tells Lynn more. Explain more fully what is happening and her suspicions as to why. Truth be told though, Lynn hadn't been Cane's first choice. A business woman isn't exactly the best suited to unraveling mystical, magical mysteries. For months the bear had tried to finagle her way into some sort of wizard or sorcerer or anyone that might be able to combat the oddities cropping up around the hotel. It all came to naught.
In the end she and the castle had compromised. Lynn hasn't studied magic specifically, but the nymph's nature is inherently magical despite that. Even more importantly to Cane, she is intelligent, insightful, tactical and brave. Most importantly to the castle she is desperately overworked, largely due to being a workaholic. The workaholic part will not doubt work in Cane's favor though. All in all, the woman's presence is a gamble, but the shifter still feels as though the odds are slowly stacking themselves up in her favor.
Lynn's comments about her furs and her stature allows the taller woman to chuckle and smile a bit more fully again, wiping away some of the strain that had been tainting the sparkle in her eyes. "I have no doubt we will run into each other again during your stay," she assures her newest guest before holding her hand out. Should Lynn grace her palm with those slim, much paler fingers, she will bend down to press her warm, plush lips to her delicate knuckles before gesturing with her free hand towards the office door. "May I recommend that once you have settled in your room you find your way down to the East Wing? There's an area just outside the kitchens that used to be a washing pool. I had it transformed into a hot tub during the castle's renovations."
No mage or wizard herself, but yes. Lynn was still indeed magical herself by nature. A powerful boon existed within those magical laces of aqua blue markings hidden beneath her sleeves. The power of purity in its most simple yet powerful form. It had opened the doors to her exciting life, and now her journey had brought her here. Or Cane had done so, but Lynn would still prefer to romanticize her arrival as some sort of fated destination! It fit her narrative much better that way. At least to her.
"Trust me, once I unwind for a bit im going to become a whole different person. Absolutely." Lynn mused at the word play. Who Cane hoped she would be, but Lynn also knowing that she herself could 100% let down the walls of cutthroat capitalism and just live it up. Destined savior of the hotel or not.
"Oooh ho~ Make sure that's a promise, dear. I hate to be kept waiting for too long." Lynn allowed her hand to be taken. So thin and delicate. Lynn was ample in other places. She had tender and soft hands though. Cane would feel such silky softness in her fingers and palm, with a touch of gentle with how Lynn would allow her hand to flex ever so in Canes hold. A wink. A smile. A giggle from behind pleased lips. Then wonder in her eyes as Cane told of a luxurious idea. A hot tub!? Oh she would not miss out on this!
"Might very well be the first thing I do then once I settle in. I hope the hotel is listening when I say Ill need a proper swimsuit ready for me, during my stay!" Lynn comedically spoke out loud and around Cane and herself at such a mentioning. Eyes shifting around as if expecting an answer back. But then just an amused smirk as her eyes came back to Cane. "I usually prefer my birthday suit, but I think that a bit improper among other guests." She rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. She could play by the rules though. A good bathing suit could accent the body and leave the imagination to run wild of course! So perhaps she'll spend her vacation teasing instead of revealing.
With that it was perhaps time to see this griffin suite she had been assigned. A rare expected guest she was! That had to mean something in regards to amenities. Maybe she'd be in the lap of all luxury after all? The mystery excited her! Lynn was more and more growing interested in this vacation now that the abduction phase had ended. She was in no rush to getting back to asshats in tophats eye-fucking her at the winter gala back home. For the first time ever Lynn had total separation here. A true disconnect. Time to live it up!
(Lynn exits unless stopped)
"Trust me, once I unwind for a bit im going to become a whole different person. Absolutely." Lynn mused at the word play. Who Cane hoped she would be, but Lynn also knowing that she herself could 100% let down the walls of cutthroat capitalism and just live it up. Destined savior of the hotel or not.
"Oooh ho~ Make sure that's a promise, dear. I hate to be kept waiting for too long." Lynn allowed her hand to be taken. So thin and delicate. Lynn was ample in other places. She had tender and soft hands though. Cane would feel such silky softness in her fingers and palm, with a touch of gentle with how Lynn would allow her hand to flex ever so in Canes hold. A wink. A smile. A giggle from behind pleased lips. Then wonder in her eyes as Cane told of a luxurious idea. A hot tub!? Oh she would not miss out on this!
"Might very well be the first thing I do then once I settle in. I hope the hotel is listening when I say Ill need a proper swimsuit ready for me, during my stay!" Lynn comedically spoke out loud and around Cane and herself at such a mentioning. Eyes shifting around as if expecting an answer back. But then just an amused smirk as her eyes came back to Cane. "I usually prefer my birthday suit, but I think that a bit improper among other guests." She rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. She could play by the rules though. A good bathing suit could accent the body and leave the imagination to run wild of course! So perhaps she'll spend her vacation teasing instead of revealing.
With that it was perhaps time to see this griffin suite she had been assigned. A rare expected guest she was! That had to mean something in regards to amenities. Maybe she'd be in the lap of all luxury after all? The mystery excited her! Lynn was more and more growing interested in this vacation now that the abduction phase had ended. She was in no rush to getting back to asshats in tophats eye-fucking her at the winter gala back home. For the first time ever Lynn had total separation here. A true disconnect. Time to live it up!
(Lynn exits unless stopped)
Caneadea makes no moves to stop Lynn as she sweeps her way gracefully out the door. The thick wooden door swings slowly shut behind the nymph. It is only once the latch has finally let out a soft but decisive 'CLICK' that the shifter finally relaxes. Her broad shoulders practically tumble downwards and her head falls backwards until it seems as though she is at risk of toppling backwards onto her desk. She doesn't, thankfully. That would spill ink everywhere and probably shatter the shiny new laptop Zelda had insisted on giving her. Instead she simply rests there for some time, eyes closed, letting a little bit of relief trickle down into the well of worry she's been carrying around with her for nearly a year. As much as time means anything in this place.
Letting herself sit like that for several long seconds, the woman finally straightens herself up, tugs a few of her furs back into a more suitable position, and lumbers her way around to sit again. With one hand she smooths the piece of parchment she'd been writing on when Lynn arrived. Reading over what she had written causes a bitter growl to escape her throat. Baring her teeth, the beast of a woman snatches the parchment and crumples it up before tossing it in the basket beneath her desk.
Even so, a quick glance down reveals a few words through the creases and folds.
-apolog- -inconvenience- -aven has ex- -disturbances th- -danger- -closed unt-
Letting herself sit like that for several long seconds, the woman finally straightens herself up, tugs a few of her furs back into a more suitable position, and lumbers her way around to sit again. With one hand she smooths the piece of parchment she'd been writing on when Lynn arrived. Reading over what she had written causes a bitter growl to escape her throat. Baring her teeth, the beast of a woman snatches the parchment and crumples it up before tossing it in the basket beneath her desk.
Even so, a quick glance down reveals a few words through the creases and folds.
-apolog- -inconvenience- -aven has ex- -disturbances th- -danger- -closed unt-
“It’s this way, I’m sure of it!” Sember said confidently, as she walked right past the office door. Their voices were muffled for the manager, their back and forth growing quiet, then louder. “Wait no, it’s this door. No, this one!” There were shakes of knobs and the groan of the little girl.
Diran cleared his throat, his fine voice closest to the door. He jerked his head at the big sign that told them it was the office they were looking for. Sember grumbled in an adorable frustration, before she walked to the door. She remembered her father was busy holding the food in his hands, so she tapped her claws against the door, muffled by her mittens. “Excuse me? Are you home? Or- in your office? Miss Cane?” All she knew was her nickname.
Diran cleared his throat, his fine voice closest to the door. He jerked his head at the big sign that told them it was the office they were looking for. Sember grumbled in an adorable frustration, before she walked to the door. She remembered her father was busy holding the food in his hands, so she tapped her claws against the door, muffled by her mittens. “Excuse me? Are you home? Or- in your office? Miss Cane?” All she knew was her nickname.
Glancing up from her work, the woman's soft white ears twitch a bit at the sounds of someone wandering around in the hallway outside her office. Guests, obviously. Any of her staff would have known immediately where to go and gotten there. That doesn't bode well. Straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, the woman stands up, preparing herself to open the door and escort them in the right direction when one of the voices is finally knocking on her door.
The voice that comes through is so soft and gentle and sweet. It nearly breaks the shifter's heart just to hear it. Clawed hands flex, then tighten in resolve before she pauses beside her desk, tips of her ears brushing the delicately painted ceiling. Clearing her throat, she prepares for the worst.
"I am in my office," she admits, though in all honesty it might as well be her home at this point. For all she's created a world to give others the rest and respite they need, maintaining it is more than just a full time job. "Please, come in."
The voice that comes through is so soft and gentle and sweet. It nearly breaks the shifter's heart just to hear it. Clawed hands flex, then tighten in resolve before she pauses beside her desk, tips of her ears brushing the delicately painted ceiling. Clearing her throat, she prepares for the worst.
"I am in my office," she admits, though in all honesty it might as well be her home at this point. For all she's created a world to give others the rest and respite they need, maintaining it is more than just a full time job. "Please, come in."
Once they were given permission, the first person to get through the door was the excited girl, looking to be about nine years old. There were many details to find within the office, but her eyes only looked at them for a second compared to meeting the manager. Her signature introduction began with her approach and then showed her mitten to her. “Hi, I’m Sember of Skennen Kowa! Nice to meet you, Miss Cane!” Sember introduced herself. If Caneadea shook hands, the kitten was evidently bear fur covering the girl’s claws.
Then her father walked in, in his black coat with the blue-lace patterns following his shoulders down to the sleeves, every article marching the dark colour. He had his biodegradable containers with the smell of shepherd’s pie with the takeout cups of hot chocolate and high class coffee. Certainly more than Diran cared for, but he’d take it because it was free. He met the manager, the air having this slight sense of magic. But not the same as the one he felt in the kitchen. “Sorry, do you mind if we bring food in here? I didn’t think we’d be here so soon.” He laughed sheepishly.
Then her father walked in, in his black coat with the blue-lace patterns following his shoulders down to the sleeves, every article marching the dark colour. He had his biodegradable containers with the smell of shepherd’s pie with the takeout cups of hot chocolate and high class coffee. Certainly more than Diran cared for, but he’d take it because it was free. He met the manager, the air having this slight sense of magic. But not the same as the one he felt in the kitchen. “Sorry, do you mind if we bring food in here? I didn’t think we’d be here so soon.” He laughed sheepishly.
Just as she'd feared, when the little girl comes bounding in Cane's heart squeezes so tightly that for a moment the woman can't breathe. The adorable, well practiced and polite introduction doesn't help any. Leaning way, way down, even going so far as to crouch a bit given their height difference, the woman takes the girl's mittened hand within her own with the delicacy one might hold a precious piece of glass or porcelain. "It is very pleasant to meet you too, Sember of Skennen Kowa. You are very welcome at Farhaven."
After a few moments to compose herself, the bear shifter looks up and offers Diran a warm but still rather distant customer service style smile. "By all means. Come in. Set down your things. Make yourselves at home."
Then she is letting go of Sember's claws and moving back around her desk. Once she is seated and not towering over them all quite so much any more, Cane folds her hands together in a semblance of calm. "How can I help you today? Have there been any problems with your stay at the Farhaven so far? I see you came from the cafe. Was Pria behaving herself?"
While she trusts her staff to do their jobs, she is also aware that each has their...foibles and quirks. The barista is not exactly what one could call a 'people person', which is rather hilarious given her previous job.
After a few moments to compose herself, the bear shifter looks up and offers Diran a warm but still rather distant customer service style smile. "By all means. Come in. Set down your things. Make yourselves at home."
Then she is letting go of Sember's claws and moving back around her desk. Once she is seated and not towering over them all quite so much any more, Cane folds her hands together in a semblance of calm. "How can I help you today? Have there been any problems with your stay at the Farhaven so far? I see you came from the cafe. Was Pria behaving herself?"
While she trusts her staff to do their jobs, she is also aware that each has their...foibles and quirks. The barista is not exactly what one could call a 'people person', which is rather hilarious given her previous job.
Sember was the first to take a seat, immediately removing her mittens and putting them under her bum to keep them somewhere safe and still, so she didn’t lose them. She reached out to her father, wanting her drink and meal. She was given them, her holding them awkwardly in her palms, as her claws had no means of securing them properly. The way she held her fork to eat it looked awkward too, between the index and middle claws and picking up what she could. Anytime she sipped her drink was just the same.
All the while her father, taking a seat, removing his hat from his back and had it hanging off the chair, his posture stayed straight with a respectable look, yet he was relaxed enough to cross a leg over the other. He certainly found himself comfortable with these chairs. “I wouldn’t we have questions or issues, but I definitely have concerns.” Diran admitted outright to her. “While many of them were answers thanks to the pamphlet-“
“Panflet.” Sember corrected.
“Panflet-“ Diran repeated what his daughter said, shutting his sunset eyes for a moment. “-but I suppose what your employee said somewhat concerned me. She said ‘you can only hold perfection for so long until-“ He rolled his hand. “She kept it vague, but to me, it sounds like an issue that could use some solving. Or at least that’s what my sweet assistant suggested.” He patted Sember’s head, her ears wiggling with joy.
All the while her father, taking a seat, removing his hat from his back and had it hanging off the chair, his posture stayed straight with a respectable look, yet he was relaxed enough to cross a leg over the other. He certainly found himself comfortable with these chairs. “I wouldn’t we have questions or issues, but I definitely have concerns.” Diran admitted outright to her. “While many of them were answers thanks to the pamphlet-“
“Panflet.” Sember corrected.
“Panflet-“ Diran repeated what his daughter said, shutting his sunset eyes for a moment. “-but I suppose what your employee said somewhat concerned me. She said ‘you can only hold perfection for so long until-“ He rolled his hand. “She kept it vague, but to me, it sounds like an issue that could use some solving. Or at least that’s what my sweet assistant suggested.” He patted Sember’s head, her ears wiggling with joy.
The shifter watches the little girl attempt to function with her rather awkward claws with motherly interest. The whole tableau is charming. It can't help but remind her of when her own children were little and still struggling with their dual nature. That feeling of nostalgia grows even stronger when she opens her mouth to reveal those sharp teeth. While it may creep other people out, for Cane these are just aspects of the reality of raising children of an unconventional nature.
Concerns? The imposing woman's attention is drawn instantly from the daughter to the father the moment he speaks that word. At the same time Cane's professional smile falters and then gradually falls entirely. What had the barista been telling her customers?!
Cane stifles a growl at the quote she is offered. What in the Northern Lights is that blasted little love bug thinking?! Oh she will be having a words with her when this meeting is over. Despite these thoughts she does her best not to let her frustration show. A twitch of her soft round ears and a bit more of her sharp canines visible behind her full lips. That's all the sign Diran and Sember will get of their host's displeasure.
"I see..." Steepling her claw-like fingers in front of her face in a way she is completely unaware could be compared to Mr Burns, Farhaven's manager considers their words carefully before committing to a response.
"Well, allow me to assure you first and foremost that there is absolutely no danger to guests within the castle walls." She says it with a certainty born of the ages. Her voice deepens and her eyes glitter with countless swirling constellations. There are words here implied but not spoke. I will not allow it.
Drawing in a deep breath, she lets it out slowly before continuing. "However, given the unusual nature of the Hotel I can understand if you have some misgivings. More than anything my hope is that those who find themselves at the Farhaven are able to rest, rejuvenate and return to their homes with a sense of peace in their hearts."
There is a moment of silence before she continues with some obvious trepidation. "However, nothing is perfect, as my barista so kindly implied. If you are inclined to help..." Another pause. This time the shifter's lips purse and her eyes narrow at Diran specifically.
"There is a note in your hospitality file. 'Silver averse'. Forgive me. Normally i wouldn't pry, but would you be so kind as to...expand on that before we continue?"
Concerns? The imposing woman's attention is drawn instantly from the daughter to the father the moment he speaks that word. At the same time Cane's professional smile falters and then gradually falls entirely. What had the barista been telling her customers?!
Cane stifles a growl at the quote she is offered. What in the Northern Lights is that blasted little love bug thinking?! Oh she will be having a words with her when this meeting is over. Despite these thoughts she does her best not to let her frustration show. A twitch of her soft round ears and a bit more of her sharp canines visible behind her full lips. That's all the sign Diran and Sember will get of their host's displeasure.
"I see..." Steepling her claw-like fingers in front of her face in a way she is completely unaware could be compared to Mr Burns, Farhaven's manager considers their words carefully before committing to a response.
"Well, allow me to assure you first and foremost that there is absolutely no danger to guests within the castle walls." She says it with a certainty born of the ages. Her voice deepens and her eyes glitter with countless swirling constellations. There are words here implied but not spoke. I will not allow it.
Drawing in a deep breath, she lets it out slowly before continuing. "However, given the unusual nature of the Hotel I can understand if you have some misgivings. More than anything my hope is that those who find themselves at the Farhaven are able to rest, rejuvenate and return to their homes with a sense of peace in their hearts."
There is a moment of silence before she continues with some obvious trepidation. "However, nothing is perfect, as my barista so kindly implied. If you are inclined to help..." Another pause. This time the shifter's lips purse and her eyes narrow at Diran specifically.
"There is a note in your hospitality file. 'Silver averse'. Forgive me. Normally i wouldn't pry, but would you be so kind as to...expand on that before we continue?"
Diran listened to her intently, alongside her very inhuman features. What caught his attention the most among the many were her eyes, showing constellations. He almost found himself distracted, wanting to see if there were any from Salvadera. But the shapes were nothing he'd recognize. Her expressions were something of sight as well, Diran getting a sense of nostalgia, the way he almost saw her canines. Much like his nephew back home, when he first grew his. He leaned on his knuckles, keeping his attention on the manager. Then came her question on his 'silver adverse' info. He huffed gently. "I'm a vampire." Diran answered truthfully. "I would have explained at first, but my sweetheart came to my rescue and took that silver key. Same with the silverware. Though, a part of me thinks it isn't actually made of silver." He laughed gently. "I hope that won't be a problem, me being such a being?"