Thorra
Thorra's vast body glistened with electrical charge. Her chest gave a sensual show of trembling with each fake breath that Thorra took. She patted Lirazel on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle. "Hehe, I can, but I have no needs in that manner. My body is a cheap fascimile of the human form constructed from the thunder and clouds. I only eat or drink for pleasure."
She then ran an immense hand down Lira's arm, grasping their hands together and squeezing it. "What I would love is to be given a tour—and then be granted to share a drink with the pricess of Endien herself." Thorra flashed a charming toothy grin. "If that would be amenable to her."
Lirazel"I would not call this," she emphasized her words with a squeezing hand of her own, "a cheap anything, Thorra. And I will gladly show you what lay within my piece of this kingdom." Lirazel began to lead her guest up the stairs of her home, that which hummed with the echoes of her melodies, and then further, up the spiraling staircase which seemed to have grown as a single piece from floor to the levels beyond.
The stairs continued up, and Thorra caught but a glimpse of the corridors and chambers beyond, but Lirazel gently pulled her up yet another, to what could only be the top. It was, the stairs aside, a more seamless and open space in comparison to the first two floors. It was gently rounded, with an airy dome filled with natural lighting from the sun. Upon its walls were adorned a multitude of works molded from metals and clays. Each appeared whole, and whispered a soft acknowledgement of their creator's presence. Some were simple pottery, while others were fine knives or bows or any manner of weapon. Barrel upon barrel of arrows found their place in a corner, while fresh materials sat in piles awaiting use. Mirrors, arranged and moved by mechanisms foreign to her senses, responded automatically to the shifting of shadows cast by their presence.
At the center of the chamber was a some manner of... forge?
But like none Thorra had ever seen before. Absent was an anvil for hammering, or a furnace for heat, or a vent for smoke. No, instead there were an assortment of instruments of the musical kind, and artfully crafted molds, and delicate precision tools. A barrel for water was there, yet it appeared all too fresh and rested next to a ladle for drinking. The princess looked quite pleased, if pink in the cheeks, to be showing her this space. "It is but a pale ember of the Bright Forge of Húro, itself a shade of its elder cousin, but it is mine. I do not... often bring others here."