SPACE

The wind bore an oliveblood's scent down to the rainbow drinker. Aha! Clearly curiosity had claimed the cat-raised girl. ...a cat-raised troll. There was a risk this could be the Disciple, but the closer her guest came, the more Kanaya doubted it; age brought the two closer together, but she could still sense whose form was closer in solar sweeps to her own. Certain her prey was approaching, she rose to make some last adjustments to her lair. Aesthetically this was a callback to the principles of her wigglerhood home, her respiteblock (before she didn't want to be in a white room if it would save her life). There were varying hues of red dominating the decoration (keyword hues - some ranged vermillion or magenta or russet, but no tints or shades) with stray accents of yellow, tan, army green... Wall hangings and floor coverings both. The most prominent divergence beyond composition out of translucent glass rather than white plastic was in that rounded shapes were too hard with her somewhat limited resources, so everything hard to the touch was rectangular in the end. That couldn't be helped. What could be helped was the furniture! A shelf, for........ assorted materials... She'd fretted a lot over what was and was not necessary here. One of the easy decisions had been a lush couch with mahogany legs, and onto this (fussing done) she quickly returned to wait. She could address any interloper from it like a throne... but there was also room for a companion to join her.

Which treatment would be used, Nepeta would decide. It couldn't be much longer...