Coltan Kingshield stood on the balcony of his new room, looking out over the Summerstone estate. He sighed, raked his fingers through his dark hair and leant on the railing, reflecting. He still was not sure that he had made the right choice in coming here.
The room he had been given was light, airy and Spartan, dominated by a large bed with a soft, heavenly mattress. The pillows were plump and stuffed with goose-down and the sheets were crisp and white. A medium pine desk was crammed in one corner, in case he wanted to bring work to bed. Aside from the door leading out into the main hallway, there were two other doors set into the walls of his bedroom. Through one door was a medium sized room, for a servant to liv in, if he so wish. Through the other was an en-suite bathroom, with a large bath set into the stone floor.
It was not home, but it would do.
“Coltan?”
Startled out of his reverie, Coltan turned. Elery Summerstone, the young master of this estate, was hovering in the doorway.
“Yes?”
“Would you like a tour, or do you want to settle in?”
“I’ll settle in first, if that’s all right.”
Elery inclined his head and withdrew.
Crossing to the trunk at the end of the large bed, Coltan knelt and opened it. He searched through the pile of clothes his mother had insisted he pack, before finding what he was looking for. Carefully, he drew it out.
The wind chime was made of the finest crystal, carved into thin, dangling spires. He held it up to the sunlight. Rainbows scattered across the dark wood floor.
Coltan smiled and hung the wind chime from the roof above his balcony. It sung in the gentle breeze.
Perhaps this place could become home after all.
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