Daerian saw him, standing before the door, from afar. She was rather fond of wearing one of her best gowns, with layers of snow-white silk, embroidered with threads of silver, and a large cut at her back, allowing her to spread her wings without tearing the dress. For this time, she had no gauntlets nor gloves, only a pair of wide, long sleeves, tight to the elbow, then falling back, almost reaching the ground. Instead, she wore a couple of bracelets, adorned with crimson rubies. A similar jewel was on her neck, set in twisting strands of silver, and three red stones were on the circlet, set on her white hair.
"Shall we dine, sir Kirnardaz?" she smiled, and with a single push of her white hand, the door opened, revealing a great hall. The walls were lined with seven tall windows, made of colorful glass, laid into the stone in complicated patterns. A single long table was placed in the middle, surrounded by chairs, all furniture carved into complicated patterns from dark wood. At the other side of the hall was a great fireplace, formed from the figures of three stone dragons.
Daerian led him towards the high end of the table, where a couple of thrones, covered in black furs, stood. There was already food placed upon the table - silver plates filled with meat and salads, fruit and cakes of all kind, and all finished with jugs of red and white wine. She sat down into one of the thrones and gently gestured him to do the same.
"I am honored to welcome you in my humble residence. My apologies, for it is not the best of food I could offer, but over such a short period of time, I was unable to provide any better. Please, sit down. I made sure that not a living soul will disturb us."