Blue angel dust whisked past my view, clouding my vision, grabbing my attention. Some sort of magic aura these pixies of the third race possess. I followed the blue cloud into the brass, wood, and stone chamber where I was to sleep out the night. Now that the fairies had left, the only illuminations came from a series of dark red candles which adorned my bed stand and the tops of a few old oak chests. What a soft light they produced, dim but ever so warm and comforting.
Undressing from my clothes, worn from heavy travel, I could see my image reflected in the polished silver mirror that stood to the left of the chamber’s door. The thick bed covers and straw-filled mattress were such a welcome sight. I blew out one of the candles on the dresser by which I had stripped my clothes. Dim.
I hardly noticed the numbing feel of the stone floor as I dragged my feet on the way to bed. It was cold but my thoughts drifted towards thinking about the landscape which I had seen today… and those who I had met. No mysticism like this had I ever known before.
Gliding into bed I blew out my bed-side candle, seeing the wax drip like blood with the dying light. Dark. I said my prayers and closed my eyes as thoughts raced through my head of what work Avalon would have me do… and the outside world dreamed of dying candlelight.