Sophia
The scent of roasted corn and sea salt lingered faintly in the air as I carried the wooden bowl of popcorn into the sitting room.
The room itself felt different tonight, lit by a single lantern that glowed warmly against the pale stone walls, its shadows stretching in restless patterns across the floor.
Elise was already seated in her favored chair, regal even in repose, her hands folded neatly in her lap as though she were attending a royal assembly rather than what she herself had called a show.
On the low table before her, a sleek screen had been placed, glowing faintly with shifting images as the connection was prepared.
I had never grown accustomed to the strange blend of modern and traditional in this island….ancient stones and wolf bloodlines, yet technology that could
