She was sitting on the furniture fixture she called a couch. She called the furniture fixture in his room a bed, and though she knew what drawers were, she also called the furniture fixture that held them a dresser. Her words in her language were interesting, and the way she spoke in her own tong...
She was curled up on the couch in the small living room in front of a fire Ignis had breathed new life into. The rustic cabin she and her children were hiding in was quaint, rural, with two tiny bedrooms, an eat-in kitchen an ant would have trouble maneuvering in and an old outhouse that had seen...