Deciding to take the risk, you follow the enchanting girl into the threshold that is her room. You expect the worst, but immediately detect a gentle hint of lavender in the air. All around you on the walls are beautifully painted murals. You walk around antique desk to one that holds a winter scene, done so well you feel you could almost step into it. Shades of icy blue, silvery gray, and white make up most of the background, which consisted of mountains. Standing on each mountain is a dragon, each one beautifully detailed with each intricate scale. They are as blue as sapphires with opalescent eyes and underwings. Some are looking up into the clouded sky filled with rainstorms and a few scattered rays of the setting sun, other are breathing fire, and still others seem to look out of the painting with their strange eyes and bore right into your soul.

Shivering, you look to the next wall, stepping over a few scattered objects on the floor. This one is a bit more pleasant. It is an amazingly done waterfall pooling into a large lake. Each tree’s leaf was painted separately and varying in color from emerald to peridot tones as well as shades of jade. It is a perfect azure sky in which the sun shone through with such brilliance you were forced to look away. At the water’s edge are faeries in all shapes and sizes, dancing to an unheard tune. One has a beautiful pose with her body slightly turned and her wrists crossed above her head. Her chestnut hair swirled around her and her luminescent violet eyes twinkled. Reluctantly you turn to the next wall, not wishing to leave the happy painting.

You cross a door with a full-scale mirror on it, and it reflected back the icy winter picture on the fall behind you. The next one is a night scene, yet so vivid it looks like a photo. Somehow you knew it was summer and you think you might even be hearing things, because you could have sworn you heard some crickets. It is a balcony painted in ivory tones with lovely red curtains draping in corners. The way it is painted made it seem that you were in fact standing on that balcony, looking out into a starlit sky with a crescent moon hanging above the willows. Sitting on the balcony’s edge was a tiny golden dragon, but beyond that was a figure sitting below one of the willows. No, you correct yourself. Two figures; one black, one white. You squint slightly, trying to make out what they were. Elegant. Gentle. Peaceful. Hooved… with a horn! They were unicorns, one as pitch black as the onyx night behind it and one as white as the first snowfall of winter. Each had dazzling silver horns.

You walk past a stereo to study the next wall. You find a classic scene- a cliff done in shades of sienna, chestnut, ebony, and more that you can’t think of names for. On the cliff was a lone silver wolf howling at a full moon with an eerie light cast to its glowing green eyes. Below the cliff you can see for miles. A forest, a town to the left, a river flowing and crashing against rocks. Leaves of all colors scatter the ground. Even though the wolf was a bit scary, you are left with a strange feeling of peace.

You turn around and nearly walk into a black-sheeted bed, only to find Kestrel sitting on it and staring at up at you with hooded amber eyes. *So, you like the paintings? You spent quite awhile looking at them. Might say a few hours. I didn’t know I had fans of my work.* You hadn’t noticed the time flying by that quickly! And they were her paintings? Well then. Well, well. You merely nod at the girl and she smiles slightly. You go to sit down beside her to try to engage in some verbal conversation when you notice the ceiling.

That was a work of art, to say the least. It was dome shaped and had the words “Give up the Light and seize the Night” written in an old English styled font around the edge in gold. From that sprang gold rods that formed twists and turns that ended up, in effect, like a golden spider web. Behind the rods is a painting of the sky at dawn, only Kestrel had portrayed it in an interesting way. Looking up, the sun was visible with clouds around it on the right, and it faded from a light baby blue to a deeper sapphire to a purple color like twilight. From there midnight sank in using various colors, and a full moon with stars cluttered that part of the sky. The final beauty of it was too great for words.

Sensing your awe and disbelief, Kestrel says: *My life may be hunting, making mischief and having fun, but surely you know I must have a hobby? I assure you, these are just some of the nicer and more timid paintings.* She chuckles. *Don’t get me wrong. And don’t change your opinion of me, because I am dangerous.* Kestrel narrows her golden eyes and scowls. *You think otherwise, and you might find yourself not thinking at all because your body and your head shall be separate. Understand?* She asks sweetly. You nod, smile at her, take one last glance around the colorful room, and run out. You look back only once to see Kestrel petting Raye and watching you with a mysterious smile upon her lips.

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