Georgia stepped into the warm bright light of the Lady's court. She heard the doors close behind her, and looked back, only ot realize that Dag and Fela were on the other side of it. She was alone.
A quick glance around the room led her to believe that it was empty. The throne, presumably carved into the wall from the stone of the mountain, was painted with soft white and bronze with swirling images of dancing foxes. Around the cavernous room were pillars of rough mineral stalactite so large that they reached the ground, joining their partner stalagmite. They glittered in the ample firelight, providing a cozy natural-ness to the room that was otherwise filled with richly carved and painted decorations.
She allowed herself to wander slowly towards the throne, unsure if she was meant to st
