"Of course," Bruno answers, making his way round the table. He draws quite near, offering an arm to help steady his guest.
This close to, a whiff of his scent might waft across one's nose, and it's a complicated one. There's the soft smell of some kind of hair oil, the slightly herbal tang of some kind of handmade soap, all trying to cover the faint musky odor of one who keeps animals and the warm dry scent of human. A dash of the tea, a bit of the food. Thrumming under all of that, of course, the vital, almost metallic scent of his blood.
Fortunately the guest rooms are all on the ground floor, so he can lead Kronid out of the kitchen and a short distance to a sturdy wooden door. Above them the second level of the house glows a faint gold from multiple points, a warm counterpoint to the silver of moonlight on the open courtyard.
Bruno pushes the door open and steps inside, and presently a yellow glow from an oil lamp lights the room. It's small and cozy and simple--just a bed and a dresser and a washstand, all of high quality. Then he returns to Kronid's side, leading him into the room.
"Nice and quiet," he says, grinning a little sheepishly.
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Date: 2022-03-10 11:09 am (UTC)"Of course," Bruno answers, making his way round the table. He draws quite near, offering an arm to help steady his guest.
This close to, a whiff of his scent might waft across one's nose, and it's a complicated one. There's the soft smell of some kind of hair oil, the slightly herbal tang of some kind of handmade soap, all trying to cover the faint musky odor of one who keeps animals and the warm dry scent of human. A dash of the tea, a bit of the food. Thrumming under all of that, of course, the vital, almost metallic scent of his blood.
Fortunately the guest rooms are all on the ground floor, so he can lead Kronid out of the kitchen and a short distance to a sturdy wooden door. Above them the second level of the house glows a faint gold from multiple points, a warm counterpoint to the silver of moonlight on the open courtyard.
Bruno pushes the door open and steps inside, and presently a yellow glow from an oil lamp lights the room. It's small and cozy and simple--just a bed and a dresser and a washstand, all of high quality. Then he returns to Kronid's side, leading him into the room.
"Nice and quiet," he says, grinning a little sheepishly.