The room looked old, when contrasted with the one she lived in at the Ignis pack. Walls made of dim stones encased her and pictures made on material with wooden edges held tight the walls. The bedsheet was the skin of a creature, white and warm. Improvements produced using plumes, wood, and leaves decorated the room. It was basic yet peaceful. The sound of fire popping welcomed her.
She took a gander at herself in the long mirror embedded inside the wall. Somebody had put on something else for the time being she wore a story length dress with a slipover. A wonderful slope of blue in the dress - the shade rising up out of 12 PM blue from the top and lightning to the shade of clear sky. The texture fragile and smooth for her to run her hands through them day in and day out. Flimsy dark stri
