Sunlight, rich and warm, streamed through the massive window of Director Sorina's office, clearly illuminating the artificial dust motes dancing lazily in the air.
The scent of old paper, jasmine, and brewing coffee (far better than yesterday's attempt, she hoped, when Zaeryn was here) filled the space.
Sorina sat cross-legged on a plush cushion, carefully cleaning a delicate, pre-Scorch Fall artifact a small, iridescent bird statue, with a soft cloth, humming softly to herself. The office was her usual organized chaos: towering shelves crammed with ancient books jostled for space with glowing artifacts and exotic plants.
Ping.
The soft, insistent chime came from the sleek holo emitter firmly fixed in her ancient wooden desk. Sorina sighed, setting the bird statue down carefully on a stack of worn leather bound volumes. She knew that specific alert tone.
With a slight roll of her warm, amber eyes, she crossed to the desk and tapped the receiver.
