It was evening when Jensen and Wilfred had returned to the lantern room to escort us to their headquarters. We had taken a familiar route in the elevator and stepped out into a quaint manicured rose garden, which had a path leading up a flight of stone steps to an enormous square mansion surrounded by a thick belt of trees and the tops of terracotta roof-tops visible on the horizon.
The air carried a smoke and musky odour. I breathed in a lung full, enjoying the evening's cool, freshness. Felt like a long time since I had stepped outdoors.
"Come on," Wilfred said as he led us up the steps and through the main entrance.
"Checkin' in?" War exhaled with shock and awe upon the sight of the lavish and spacious foyer we had stepped into.
We had passed through a set of large oak wood double doors. Stepped into a foyer with gleaming cream marble floors reflecting a high white stucco ceiling of patterned vine leaves and an enormous open flower.
At the stucco's floral disc hung an old gold chandelier with twelve candle arms burning in three-tier layers.
On either side of the chandelier ran two wide circular staircases (the span of twelve balustrades) to the first level balcony.
The elaborate staircases were fashioned of polished marble steps with central carpet runners, of red and gold floral patterns, running the length to the top.
Rows of intricately wrought iron balusters, thick oak rails and polished oak posts still smelling of freshly applied mineral oil, framed the staircases.
"Hellooo!" War tested the enormity of the space and chuckled at the sound of his voice resounding off the cream walls.
We continued to follow Wilfred and Jensen's lead. They showed us the center of the ground floor area between the left and right staircases.
I marvelled at the enormous floral arrangement perched on a circular glass table trimmed in silver. A delicious springtime rose, and honeysuckle aroma lingered about the air.
War helped himself to a cream cushioned and oak wood chaise lounge that was propped against the wall space the stairways had created.
The coffee table book, by the skinny bone china lamp on the matching oak wood side table next to him, caught his attention.
I cringed when I saw his hand accidentally knocked over the lamp. Fortunately, it had landed on the seat next to his lap. He returned the lamp to the table before Wilfred and Jensen had noticed.
I turned my attention to the wall-sized tapestry behind the floral arrangement, which was the map of Sol.
"Armia, Gonade, Tempra, Minoa, Caldera," I mumbled the names on the map.
"Pretty fancy huh? Armia our royal kingdom to the west; Gonade the oriental stronghold of the east; Tempra, home to our northern desert tribes; Minoa the summer set islands to the south; Caldera the center of our world where Gat Shiem sat as its eye." Jensen came up next to me. "A map this big makes you realise how vast our world is."
"Yeah," I replied.
He patted my shoulder to draw me away.
We followed Jensen and Wilfred to the first floor, which was another luxurious area of polished dark wood, cream walls and delicately patterned white marble floors covered with red and gold floral patterned rugs.
Beyond the floor's main archway was a large-sized sitting area with a quaint arrangement of dark leather or plush lounges and single chairs, lending an impression of relaxation and quiet time to be had.
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