SECOND BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES
𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴. 𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
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They arrived at the rest house by the first hour of the fourth quarter which means they get about three hours of sleep before they travel again. Well, a little was better than none.
Xanthy stepped inside one of the tall buildings. This one was slightly bigger and taller than the others.
Inside, several square holes serving as windows greeted Xanthy. These lent her a view of the glowing roads and other houses. On her far left, a staircase curved upward, supported by a fancy beam with carved festoons. Three square tables, each a little wider than one arm span peppered her view to her right.
The high ceiling stood a few feet from her head sporting sticks of glowing material. Apparently, that's where the golden ambience of the room came from.
A cheery-looking brownie smiled at them from behind a counter at the far side of the lobby as they entered. It unnerved Xanthy seeing the woman having pointy ears like her. There was once a time where she would have fainted just by seeing one pointy ear. Now, it looks like she just has to get used to seeing it all the time.
Cyrdel stepped towards the counter and engaged the woman in a series of negotiations for room prices. Xanthy shrugged it off and wandered towards the back end before June or Nyxis could stop her.
The counter stood a little too close to the entrance for her taste. Was there something behind that wall? Odd.
Turns out, she was right. A door stood just where the counter wall ended, sporting a wooden sign with strange squiggles of a script. She couldn't read Keijula but she could turn knobs so she did just that and pulled on the door. It swung open with great ease. She peered inside and knit her eyebrows. What was she looking at?
There was a slab of rock that looked a lot like a backwards fungi sitting in the middle with a gaping hole on it. A lot of weird tubes and pipes were connected at its back and Xanthy spied even weirder levers and cranks up the wall.
To the left, a tube protruded from a wall and just hung downwards. A few inches down was a knob very much like the door's. On the floor, there were strange holes the size of a small fruit.
What in the Queen's name was this room? Some kind of torture chamber for misbehaving guests?
A hand gently clapped her in the shoulder and she whirled to find Cyrdel standing close to her again. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Cyrdel laughed.
"This is my first time seeing a fairy gawk at a bathroom like it's Calaris on earth," he leaned in and gave the room a quick look. He had an amused smile on his lips.
Xanthy's jaw dropped. "This is a bathroom? Like, you use it to wash yourself?" Xanthy gestured like how she washed her face in the morning with collected rainwater. Cyrdel nodded. Queen's britches, this was a house in itself!
"You'll see more once we get to Depandes. Come on, I've gotten us a nice room upstairs. Let's go with the others," Cyrdel jerked his chin to the ceiling.
