[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"You can look, but don't touch any of the cabinets. Elionne's things are over there," Tyaethe said, eyes following Elisandre's interest in the various weapons. From her desire to meet the knights so much as to an extend a ball invitation en masse, it was almost certain that the ones she would find [i]most[/i] interesting were, of course, their original captain's. The ones that were conveniently close by the entrance, as well as not too far away from where the vampire planned to go [i]next[/i], so she would hear if the girl tried anything.

Almost as if this entire layout was planned.

Of course, the younger princess wanted something far more embarrassing... not that she was in a position to refuse, taking the younger girl's hand and leading her to one of the nearest bedrooms. As would be expected from an unoccupied room at this time of night, it was dark--and if Tyaethe had just been on her own, it would have [i]remained[/i] as such--but a small amount of fiddling and borrowing one of the corridor lanterns let her light the lanterns around the room.

For a knight's room, the place was rather oddly furnished. Obviously, given the massive mound of cushions on the window seat, the bed was surprisingly soft and well-furnished, probably the most expensive thing there. But there was also a seemingly excessive number of wardrobes, far more than seemed needed, even if you occasionally needed to wear two completely different set of clothes. 

Two things were placed on top of the bed covers, clashing with their mere proximity. One was the ornate, blessed zweihander the paladin favoured--immediately grabbed and placed over in one corner where there was [i]no[/i] chance Maletha could get injured by it. The other... well, the only giveaway that it was meant to be a rabbit was probably the ears, it was otherwise a thoroughly overstuffed and soft humanoid shape with black glass eyes staring out of a white face, a golden ribbon jauntily wrapped around as a scarf. Although worn smooth, it was discernibly white, and in remarkable condition for something 200 years old.

"Um... that's Elei," the vampire muttered, gesturing and promptly turning away to bury herself in one of the wardrobes and find some of her normal clothes, shrinking once again as she did so. It was much less embarrassing if she didn't have to [i]look.[/i]