"What's wrong with horse figurines?" Caitlyn asks with a frown, crossing the last couple steps to the top floor.
"You've been to my actual childhood bedroom, besides. Any mortifying memorabilia I own, you've seen. The decor here, in comparison, is fairly bare-bones."
She opens the door to allow Vi in, the room's interior contrasting almost comically with what Vi's idea of 'bare bones' must be. Like the rest of the house, the windows stretch arched and tall, framed in gold. The canopy bed is large enough for three people, draped with semi-sheer lavender silk that allows the sun to filter through. The intricate wooden shelves on the walls are topped with various trinkets and decorations that seem not so indicative of Caitlyn's tastes so much as her parents: abstract sculptures of all sorts, little things that sway and jingle and chime.
"Make yourself comfortable," Caitlyn says, gesturing to the wardrobe by the far wall. "Might as well unpack our things, while we're at it."
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"You've been to my actual childhood bedroom, besides. Any mortifying memorabilia I own, you've seen. The decor here, in comparison, is fairly bare-bones."
She opens the door to allow Vi in, the room's interior contrasting almost comically with what Vi's idea of 'bare bones' must be. Like the rest of the house, the windows stretch arched and tall, framed in gold. The canopy bed is large enough for three people, draped with semi-sheer lavender silk that allows the sun to filter through. The intricate wooden shelves on the walls are topped with various trinkets and decorations that seem not so indicative of Caitlyn's tastes so much as her parents: abstract sculptures of all sorts, little things that sway and jingle and chime.
"Make yourself comfortable," Caitlyn says, gesturing to the wardrobe by the far wall. "Might as well unpack our things, while we're at it."