Outside the window sat a small garden in a hollow, with a retaining wall of gray stone. A cat sat on the wall, basking in the sunlight. Back to the left, just barely visible from the window, were old-fashioned beehives of straw and clay, with some kind of sigils about, as if to protect from hungry bears.
She could, Halley suspected, see the sunset from the window -- just a little, through the tree trunks. She grimaced. Best to view it, then. She needed stronger protection than a four-leafed clover to be about these lands in twilight when the fae walked.