Every Surface Soft

Inside his new home he had yearned for comfort: and every color was to be soothing to the sight; every picture, pleasant; every surface soft; every fragrance, fresh. He had exchanged the chrome black and white decor for something 'warm' - that his home might become oblivious to the sharper edged worlds without.

This time Puck had chosen a location near an Elvish Bakery - a fine kitchen that delivered to his gatehouse daily a tray of sweet and savoury baked goods. He had a hatch carved into the side of the adjoining tree with a small arched door, where the deliveries could be placed whilst awaiting his collection.

With his bearings now returned to him, so also, was his way forward; and in no time Puck was prepared yet again to venture back out into the World and the travails that lay ahead.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series