Violet
It was beautiful.
The first room, being the observatory was a circular chamber, the domed ceiling made of glass panels that could be opened to view the sky, much like the observatory on the hill Rowan had taken me to before.
But unlike that one, this was alive with colour.
Murals covered every inch of the walls.
The moon in all its phases, painted in silvers and whites and pale blues that seemed to shimmer. Wolves running beneath moonlit skies. Figures in robes gazing up at the stars. Constellations picked out in silver and gold against deep black backgrounds.
The center of the floor, where all the painted images seemed to converge, was an enormous full moon surrounded by a ring of stars.
"This is where we hold our most sacred ceremonies," the priestess said softly. "During the full moon, the light comes through the glass and illuminates the entire room. It is... transcendent."
I could only imagine it, but it painted a beautiful picture.
