Moonlit Melodies
Bring me your weary, I will fill them with music and tea and glimmer.
A holo-sign sits above the door, delicate and intricate and designed with care, vibrant blue with a twisted curling script. "Moonlit Melodies, welcomes you home."
The delicateness of the building shows in its entrance circuit - barely there and yet grown in a way that hints at filigree and finesse, even if the outwards bulb of the building is demure - like a closed flower - hiding its potential behind protective plant matter. The door itself is a membranne that curls outwards, the inside painted with a barely there shimmering paint to bring wonder to those that enter. The scent of sandalwood and honey and the tea of the night will hit the nose of any guest that arrives, even as red curtains engulf the senses and allow those entering a chance to be slowly immersed in the loving embrace of the establishment.
In the centre of the main room is a mountain of pillows, a performance space for a bard (often the very regal Deluna Vesperine ), as the host circles the room and attends to those that are guests. Surrounding this pillow platform are little nooks for up to 4 people - or two Brutes, more plant down stuffed pillows as seating, with a fire-flower beside each nook, a delicate kettle upon a stylised rod holding rich tea. The host guides guests to their seats and brings them food from a hidden kitchen, trade to be arranged after of course.
When all the fire blossoms are off, a guest might notice the clusters of rose-like flowers that glow around the cardinal points of the room, giving just enough light to see but enough shadow to leave the guest immersed in the comely feel of the establishment.
The Moonlit has a Starberry garden, with plants of the same name grown in this open air space - one of the few places outside the fields where such plants are allowed to grow. This space is perfect for those that want space and privacy without cloying intimacy.
Sounds so cosy. I would go there for some nice tea and to listen to music. I like that the bard gets a comfy pile of pillows.
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