Waving away their hasty attempts to rise, she wandered into the bookshelves, toward the tapestry that hung over the opening she’d come through. She noticed, absentmindedly, that the woman in the hanging, dressed in white furs and surrounded by stark white forest, had eyes green as moss and hair bright and wild, like a sunset or like fire. She was too vivid, too strange to be human. Yet another odd decorative object of Leck’s.
Fire <3
