Afternoon sunlight streamed through the windowpanes, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.
The room was a complete mess.
A few discarded linen shirts and trousers were tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed, one even draped over half an apple.
On the wooden table, several earthenware plates were stacked haphazardly, bearing the remnants of cheese crumbs and dried gravy.
Firewood crackled in the hearth, making the room toasty warm.
A bare foot swayed rhythmically up and down in the air, its toes curling and uncurling.
Her bare calves were smooth and lovely. With every casual swing of her leg, the oversized men's shirt billowed, its hem just barely covering the tops of her thighs.
Her long silver hair was fanned out, a few strands clinging to her lightly perspiring neck.
The shirt's collar was pulled askew, revealing a pale shoulder and delicate collarbone.
Mia lay sprawled on the soft bed, wearing a shirt she had "borrowed" from Velin's old wardrobe.
