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A sharp intake of breath. A new sensation as the cold air filled her lungs. The dark-haired woman shivered and instinctively pulled her crimson robes tighter around her body, though she had no primal instinct to speak of. She stood, slowly, and took a few steps, nearly stumbling over her newfound physical shape.
"This is odd," she muttered. White puffs of vapor filled the morning air before her. She reached for a wooden staff that happened to be against the wall. That was helpful, the staff. She put a bit of weight on it first, again testing those things that mortals would call feet and legs.
A few tenative steps brought her to the window. She could see the sun from this spot, rising up over the brilliant buildings before her. The light would soon filter into her room, making it warmer, she knew.
Turning away, Rieka went back to sit on the bed. She turned her head to examine the rest of the room, but she was tired and unused to the effort of walking.
Straight ahead was a small fireplace. A chair stood in the other corner, and blank parchments from some other place lined a desk to her right, along with a few writing implements. Where did this all come from? she thought, I must be in the new land.
She turned her attention back to the fireplace, already lined with a log. Concentrating slowly, she imagined the log alight, like the sun. She tapped her staff once unintentionally and her vision sprung up before her eyes.
"Very odd," she muttered again, "but welcoming." She could already feel warmth fill the room. "Later I will have to look around more."
Rieka leaned back on the bed, her eyes wandering. She could not help but ponder her situation. It was very odd.
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