Serenica was sitting in a comfortable armchair, looking at a bowl of grapes. There were no mirrors, but the room had a large window that displayed an unfamiliar view of some fields and houses, built in a style most commonly found in Eastern Sennas.
She was wearing her usual clothing, practical garments that didn't restrict her movements. She felt nourished, as if after a hearty breakfast.
She got up and examined the books. Many of them were dictionaries and scientific studies. There was nothing unusual - just a very blue-blooded and civilized bookshelf.
Disappointed, she tried the knob of the door.
It wasn't locked.
She let herself into a narrow corridor, carefully looking away from the walls, in case there happened to be mirrors.
Someone was coming. She couldn't see or hear where the footsteps were coming from. She withdrew into the room she had come from.
The room was now furnished with two chairs instead of one.
