[Kitarun]

Being at one corner of their uncle's home, the rooms were set up strangely, with Jei's door being on the same wall as the door they'd come through, butting up against the end of the hall on the one side, the room which had been used for his twin sister on the other, and the fourth wall being to the exterior.

In the sitting room, the fireplace was along the same exterior wall as Jei's, and one side of what was once Theroen's room, which now lay empty. That room was on the corner, with the bathroom beside it, and Kellan's room on the far side. Facing the fireplace was a couch upholstered with a rich red-brown fabric, with a couple wingback chairs in between, turned slightly more towards the couch, a low, round table in the middle atop the hand-woven rug which had, suppoosedly, been made by one of his many-times-great grandmothers.

Jei's room had a more earthy feel to it, the wood of the furniture only lightly stained, and all fabric and upholstery in green and brown tones. He'd always found it calming.

Smiling softly, he stripped out of his travelling clothes, pulling on some well-worn though still acceptable black trousers, and a long-sleeved dark blue shirt, little silver buttons running up the front. Looking himself over in the mirror set in the corner next to the wardrobe, Jei fixed his hair, cursing softly at the unruly strands that were nearly too long to be acceptable, but not long enough to be tied back. His mother was always telling him it needed trimmed- she hated long hair on men. But Jei had refused over and over, wanting to grow it out.

Getting it, finally, to stay out of his face, Jei left his room, heading for the washroom he'd be sharing with Kellan during their stay.