With a turn of the beautiful key in her hand and a gentle push against the oak door, the room opened before Sissel. Her eyes lit up with shinning wonder as she took it all in.
“Oh my...! so pretty!!” she chimed, giving a little pair of hops of excitement on that very spot before actually stepping fully inside. She dragged her luggage in after her and set it down by the bed, not bothering to fully close the door just yet—she was far too awestruck to mind it.
She breathed in deeply as she stood by the bed, catching the gentle scent of old wood and clean bedsheets, with a faint littl hint of pine too. Wandering over, almost hovering to the tea table, she let her fingertips glide across its polished surface as she passed, taking in every detail: the vanity mirror, the fireplace, the elegant candle stands, the impecable royal blue carpet, all the décor!—and then... the large window at the far end of the room.
The moment she noticed it, she hurried over in those Sissel-brand excited, bouncy steps. Out of everything in the room, this was the highlight—the very reason she had chosen it—and she was not disappointed in the slightest. Through its four glass panes, she saw it: the promised landscape. A breathtaking view of the mountains, with a vast forest stretching out at their base—a sea of snow-covered pines that seemed to go on forever and ever.
“Woah…” she outtered in a soft whisper, gazing at the magnificent sight before her, this view was going to acompany her days of painting here, for sure!.
“Oh my...! so pretty!!” she chimed, giving a little pair of hops of excitement on that very spot before actually stepping fully inside. She dragged her luggage in after her and set it down by the bed, not bothering to fully close the door just yet—she was far too awestruck to mind it.
She breathed in deeply as she stood by the bed, catching the gentle scent of old wood and clean bedsheets, with a faint littl hint of pine too. Wandering over, almost hovering to the tea table, she let her fingertips glide across its polished surface as she passed, taking in every detail: the vanity mirror, the fireplace, the elegant candle stands, the impecable royal blue carpet, all the décor!—and then... the large window at the far end of the room.
The moment she noticed it, she hurried over in those Sissel-brand excited, bouncy steps. Out of everything in the room, this was the highlight—the very reason she had chosen it—and she was not disappointed in the slightest. Through its four glass panes, she saw it: the promised landscape. A breathtaking view of the mountains, with a vast forest stretching out at their base—a sea of snow-covered pines that seemed to go on forever and ever.
“Woah…” she outtered in a soft whisper, gazing at the magnificent sight before her, this view was going to acompany her days of painting here, for sure!.
Like all guests, Sissel will find that the hotel seems to have anticipated her needs and provided. There are clothes in the wardrobe, toiletries in the bathroom, all that she could need to make her stay at the Farhaven as pleasant and comfortable as possible. Most especially, nestled upon the pillows on her bed she will find a panflet with a wealth of information about the Hotel and its offered amenities. No doubt she will find some way to amuse herself during her time in the castle. And will take care should she chose to venture out side of it.