Visions (part 3)

[Rosalynd]

“Where are we,” I ask Evander as he holds onto me. 

“I’m not exactly sure, “ he admits. 

The scene before us is a pleasant one. We are in a house of sorts, although it feels like something much bigger, somewhere between a traditional home and a conference hall. The room where we are standing is large and full of light and warmth with a homey, lived-in feeling. The hardwood floors gleam with fresh polish and colorful rugs add a touch of softness to the otherwise hard lines of the space. Looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, I notice the yard is lightly forested, more urban than the dense redwoods on Axel's property.