For Cimorene (and housemates).

[fingersofleaf]

He's busy inside, looking at the rooms--if he has the bunk in the kitchen (because really the base of the house is just two rooms, the kitchen and Haynes' bedroom), next to the stove, and Galwyn's been taking the other one before, but with the addition there's a new section that neatly divides into three small rooms (perhaps eight by five feet, so quite small, but big enough for beds and with lots of pegs driven into the wall for hanging things, and room enough to add in perhaps a piece of furniture each, depending on the owner's preference), Galwyn can have one, Lucan the other, and there's still one left over! Noting this is both a happy and a slightly embarrassing thing, and he scoots back into the kitchen to make his bed, a little bit self-conscious about how rumpled the sheets are. He has a little clothes chest slid under the bunk, and that constitutes the whole of his personal effects, except for the sword hanging from the wall. As when he was with Her, he's turned his armour into useful tools.

It's a good house, and he's really quite proud of it; well-built, or well-fixed up, and despite the fact that the windows in the new section don't have glass in (he's decided that since spring is coming, it's best to make the windows and wait for the glass, rather than the opposite order) and that there's no such thing as curtains in this house, it's rather nice-looking, and very sturdy.

--and ack, apparently the unicorn is sleeping under his blanket. He attempts to make the bed around her, without waking her, and that's where he can be found, should anyone want him.