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Ok guys,here goes Emory’s introduction… 🙂

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Emory recited under her breath a few lines of the poem she was memorizing. “The tapestry woven of sorrow swayed in the icy wind. The hearth was dark and the room was cold…” Wait. Or was it “The hearth was cold and the room was dark”? She frowned in concentration, then gave up. Retracing her steps down the corridor, she entered her room and scooped up the book of poems. As she flipped through it, she sunk down into a chair by the window. It was an overcast day and a hawk was swooping through the crisp autumn air. The landscape fell away into gently rolling hills, dotted with houses. Emory found the line of the poem and smiled. She’d been right the first time. A shadow suddenly fell across the page and a tapping sound on the window pane made her look up. An evergreen was being tossed by the wind and its branches were hitting the glass. Emory blinked. What was happening? Her bedroom was on the third floor of the palace and there were no trees nearby! Quickly, she stood and turned around. Her bedroom had disappeared and in its place was a snug little chamber that only had room for a round little table and a few chairs. The painted wooden door was shut. Emory closed her book with a muffled thump. Peering out the window, all she could see was a forest of evergreens with some mossy boulders. What had happened? Confusion washed over her. Emory took a few tentative steps towards the table in the center of the room. On it was a map. Strange lights hovered in the air above it. Emory squinted at the parchment, tracing with her finger the various continents. The only one she recognized was Faran. Above it hung a star. Stretching out her hand, she touched the hovering lights and they blinked out. Deciding there wasn’t much else to find in there, Emory opened the green door.

A hallway lined with more doors presented itself. The woodwork was elaborately carved and the ceiling was vaulted. Whatever this was, it was magnificent. Echoes came from further down the corridor. They sounded like voices. Trying to decide if she should be relieved or frightened, Emory tiptoed down the hall, peering through some of the doorways as she went. One opened to a garden, heavy with the scent of flowers. Another led into what looked like a kitchen. Emory sighed. She’d always longed to learn the art of cooking, but her mother wouldn’t have it. “Cooking is below your station, my dear,” she would always say. Emory pushed the remembrance from her mind and continued down the hall. The next room she peered into looked like a very sophisticated lavatory. Raising her eyebrows, she turned the corner and almost collided with two people. Both were tall, and, judging from their clothes, weren’t from anywhere she’d ever been. Emory blushed under their stares and took a step backward. “I beg your pardon.”

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Ok, I hope that all makes sense. 😛

How does the character interaction work? Should I write other character’s responses, or do their authors want to do that?