"It's open!" She called, currently perched in her desk chair with one foot propped up on the desk so she could lace her boots, she'd just swapped out the laces for a string of tinsel and was working on getting it to tie securely.
The batiks that she and Stefan had made a few nights before were draped over clotheslines crisscrossing the far side of the room to dry and to break up the circular tower room into compartments, making the whole place look like some hippy-chic princess' room.