Winter Wonderland - of some sort.
Jadis' room is the same room she's always had - but somehow, it seems bigger. The bleached oak bookcase against the wall fills the whole space available to it, wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling, and it is absolutely crammed, with books, papers, oddments of this and that. There doesn't immediately appear to be any kind of filing system, but Jadis never has any trouble finding exactly what she wanted.
The fireplace is equally large - one could step into it and not be able to touch either side with outstretched arms - and the fire in it, though seemingly warm and yellow, does not give off any heat. The immense white fur thrown out in front of it looks soft and inviting, as do the two huge and squashy armchairs facing the fire.
The floor is still carpeted with a luxuriously deep piled white carpet, the walls are still a pale, icy blue, and the window is still neither glazed not curtained. The ceiling is very high - it has to be, if for no other reason than to accommodate the bed, which stands near the window. It's a huge four-poster edifice of twisted silver and gauze curtains, heaped high with white furs. the The room is lit by candles that burn with a cold, natural light, but do not burn any lower. The large desk against one wall is still covered with papers and books, and a cooling cup of tea is set casually atop an open book.
The witch herself is sitting at the desk, absorbed in a treatise on early Enochian magic. She's unconvinced, but it's interesting enough to make her forget about her tea.
The fireplace is equally large - one could step into it and not be able to touch either side with outstretched arms - and the fire in it, though seemingly warm and yellow, does not give off any heat. The immense white fur thrown out in front of it looks soft and inviting, as do the two huge and squashy armchairs facing the fire.
The floor is still carpeted with a luxuriously deep piled white carpet, the walls are still a pale, icy blue, and the window is still neither glazed not curtained. The ceiling is very high - it has to be, if for no other reason than to accommodate the bed, which stands near the window. It's a huge four-poster edifice of twisted silver and gauze curtains, heaped high with white furs. the The room is lit by candles that burn with a cold, natural light, but do not burn any lower. The large desk against one wall is still covered with papers and books, and a cooling cup of tea is set casually atop an open book.
The witch herself is sitting at the desk, absorbed in a treatise on early Enochian magic. She's unconvinced, but it's interesting enough to make her forget about her tea.