ELIA
The cave itself was warm and inviting, a wide and tall space that should have echoed, but there were rugs on the stone floor, and curtains and tapestries hanging over the walls to give the big room a comfortable feel. Elia swallowed. If she'd been able to come here by choice, to explore and then go home, she would have wanted to stay a very long time.
Although the furnishings were simple, they were also thick and warm, and clearly of great quality—if a little too masculine for her taste.
At the narrow end of the room, nearest the direction of the clearing, a fireplace had been carved into the rock at the front of the space and there was a couch and several chairs scattered around a large, dark wood coffee table in front of it.
