A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan was simply lazing around his room; he felt like he should properly be doing something productive, but instead he was simply reading a book. For pleasure. Mmm, books.

The door was propped open a little, in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[Expecting one, but feel free to stop by as long as it's set before Seregil's visit!]

The privacy field -- something he'd not had to cast, really, since the previous summer; two summers, in fact, for Ronan, given that extra year -- was set around the bed, giving them a bit of clearance on either side and going to the ceiling above them. From the inside, it was a faint shimmer, clearly visible but not really obstructing the vision of what lay outside (although that could be changed as desired), although from the outside it would be both shimmery and opaque, and block all sound coming from inside.

Convenient, that, when sharing a room with other people.

Ronan shrugged out of his shirt and pants, leaving himself in his boxers; he figured that if nothing else, it would enough, and comfortable enough, to sleep in, even though he expected that they wouldn't be staying on all that long.

[...And look, another NWS post from me today. ;) It's a good day for my characters!]