The house wasn't large. By Earth standards, at least In the States, it would have been marketed as a “Starter House”. In Santi, however, it was quite spacious. Here houses ran small, constrained not just by the geographic boundaries of the town, but also the same scarcity of building materials that Sparr had observed elsewhere. The home that Aine shared with her sister and father was beautiful, constructed from the same gorgeous and redolent timber he and Aine harvested at their inland camp, but it had been sized to blend in with its neighbors.
Regardless, the fixtures, to Cee, must have seemed even more exotic than the wood. She ran her hands along the intricately carved banister, cut-glass door handles, and a gleaming clothing stand made from horn.
“Family timber business,” Aine said,
