Meg blinked, taking in the throne room. It wasn't exactly what she'd expected from whatever shadowy dimension Fin pulled out of thin air. It was… big. Really big. High ceilings, dark stone walls, but softened somehow.
Not the scary, jagged obsidian nightmare she might have pictured. More like… gothically grand? And hang on, were those velvet drapes? Since when was Fin a velvet kind of guy?
'This place is kinda weird,' she thought, still holding Fin's hand, feeling the solid warmth grounding her amidst the strangeness. 'But… less terrifying than I thought?' It felt vast and powerful, sure, but not actively hostile. Almost… welcoming? She squinted at a large tapestry hanging on the far wall.
The swirling patterns looked vaguely familiar. Like something she might have doodled once. Huh. Weird.
