The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, stepping into the warm glow of our room at the Golden Hearth Inn. The faint hum of festival noise filtered through the window, muffled by the sturdy wooden walls. Inside, the atmosphere was calm, a sharp contrast to the chaos outside.
Lunara was exactly where I'd expected her to be, curled up in her natural form on the wide armchair by the window. Her silver fur caught the golden light, and her small, curved horns glinted faintly as she shifted slightly, the book balanced delicately between her paws. She didn't look up as I entered, but I could tell by the subtle twitch of her ears that she'd noticed me.
"Reading anything interesting?" I asked, shrugging off my cloak and tossing it onto the bed.
"Humanoid societies," she replied, her voice calm and measured. Her gaze remained fixed on the page, but her tone carried the faintest undercurrent of curiosity.
"Their customs are strange."
