A fond smile flickered across her face. “Hello, Obi-Wan,” Zoey said, more than a little bit distracted. The room was... strange; it was a very simple one, decorated in warm colours, the walls a rust-coloured stone... but there was a warmth to it, to the room itself, that shouldn’t have been there. It didn’t feel dangerous, her skin wasn’t prickling in warning...
She shivered a little, despite the heat. The room smelled of spices, and incense, a combination of smells that reminded her of her travels. It was a warm, heady aroma that made it difficult to focus.
The same runes that were carved on the doorjamb were carved elsewhere about the room. On the stones of the walls, the wooden four poster frame of the bed. Frowning thoughtfully, she brushed fingertips against the runes carved into the stone.
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She shivered a little, despite the heat. The room smelled of spices, and incense, a combination of smells that reminded her of her travels. It was a warm, heady aroma that made it difficult to focus.
The same runes that were carved on the doorjamb were carved elsewhere about the room. On the stones of the walls, the wooden four poster frame of the bed. Frowning thoughtfully, she brushed fingertips against the runes carved into the stone.