The room has a slight chill to the air, but it serves to make the quilts seem cozier. The walls,painted an odd shade of blue, glimped through the burgandy bed shears are covered with botanical sketches of plants. There is a dresser and a wardrobe of finely sanded,unstained oak. The bed post appear to be large drift wood logs that not only support the shears, but a intricate lace canopy. The roar of the ocean can be heard near by.
The trees are large, mature evergreens. Thier branches reach almost to the ground, meeting the mossy cushion that covers the earth. There are shafts of filtered sunlight breaking through the dense canpoy giving an almost twilight feel to the forest.
The path is narrow, but inviting. It curves behind a large boulder tempting me to come and see what lies beyond. There are rocks, roots, brambles and other obstructions. The way is not easy, but interesting none the less. By the lack of vegitation on the trail itself, you can tell that someone travels this way often, but only a few or the trail would be wider and smoother
The forest opens on to a clift overlooking the sea. The ocean hurls itself against the rocks, spraying mist high up into the air, reflecting the suns rays into a multitude of tiny rainbows. The water waiting for it's turn in the spray is a dark and brooding blue, revealing nothing of the secreats that lie below it's waves
Near the shore is simple silver flask. It has a leather carring case with a leaf desing stamped into the dark leather. The flask is sealed with a cap resembling a flower, silver petals set around an saphirre center.
It is an old fashion key, the handle ends in an elaborate design, the metal twisting back on itself with curls and spirls, causing the eye to become entranced by the design.