The door to her Chamber is slightly ajar and the tangy scent of freshly squeezed lemons emanates...
Her official Chamber is spacious. Packed with books and maps and all manner of paperwork.
There is, as before, cleanliness and order and the usual mass of information all about.
On one wall there are three modern, if large, stark and dramatic framed photo prints of ballerinas in tutus holding a ballet poses against a dark background. Another print hangs on another wall: a large framed copy of John Waterhouse's 'Lady of Shalot.'
Between these four large maps of Sacramento are pinned to walls. These charts seem to detail various aspects of the Kindred domain and are annotated with Domain information upon that of the mortal map.
Erected to conceal a quarter of her Chamber from view is a tall Chinese screen. A fire extinguisher is obvious as is an office desk. Her main desk is piled high with neatly stacked notes, college textbooks and dozens of school style notebooks. All look well used. Five bookcases are against the walls. Each is brimming and over-filled with pre-owned books. They look, at first glance, to be entirely textbooks and non-fiction. There's a cheap looking laptop and printer on the desk too.
There are a few comfortable chairs and a soft furnished couch. A coat rack and a seat are opposite her busy looking desk. The place, though busy with clutter, is clean and also has the aroma of fresh lemons.
Seated on one of the couches, tiny Martha, smiling and chirpy is neatly attired in her usual modest English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer... a pair of scholarly... yes, she'd admit it..."Hipster" style... spectacles are perched daintily on the end of her nose, she wears a very short pleated black gymslip which daringly shows her legs to above mid thigh... her raven black hair is tied into two very long twin tails, each with the red ribbon bows.
A swift glance would reveal that most of her left leg is obviously a C-Leg prosthetic. She wears a single white knee sock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished black Oxford pattern shoes, a crisp white blouse is obvious where the Edwardian style gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip.
She emits no Beast and has not invoked her Blush of Life.
Martha's exuding typical sweet innocence.
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