The Blue Door Inn

~Chapter 161~

The inside of the Blue Door Inn was a marvelous sight. Floor and ceiling, both ringed in the life story of the tree, telling of its age and all that it's seen. The front desk and chairs, grown from the floor, grafted and twisted into living furniture, the leaves and branches to be pruned and planted for the next generation to enjoy. Even the rug was made of a moss, and the lamps were light stones gripped in branches woven into holders. There was nothing of their surroundings that didn't come from a part of nature, save for the rod iron insert in the stone-lined fireplace, but one could even argue that it was even once apart of nature, the ingredients simply manipulated into something useful.