[The tree coming in with them...? That's a thought that hadn't occurred to her until now, but it's possible. Like a strange, otherworldly pocket in time and space... It doesn't make a lot of sense, but in a place like this? It seems possible.
With a nod, Tifa returns to the side table to finish dusting it off, searching through the drawers for anything else that might be useful to them. It's mostly just the odd trinket, maybe some coins, all things that she's too afraid to touch directly, so she leaves them be. It really is just a series of junk drawers with nothing useful or telling, so once she's satisfied with how clean it is, she moves on.
Bookshelves... She starts to rummage through them, pulling each one out by the spine one by one to examine each one as she dusts them off, and she tilts her head at a few, wondering what kind of language these are written in.]
You know, I've been thinking... you think the fae here would know what this is? The writing?
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With a nod, Tifa returns to the side table to finish dusting it off, searching through the drawers for anything else that might be useful to them. It's mostly just the odd trinket, maybe some coins, all things that she's too afraid to touch directly, so she leaves them be. It really is just a series of junk drawers with nothing useful or telling, so once she's satisfied with how clean it is, she moves on.
Bookshelves... She starts to rummage through them, pulling each one out by the spine one by one to examine each one as she dusts them off, and she tilts her head at a few, wondering what kind of language these are written in.]
You know, I've been thinking... you think the fae here would know what this is? The writing?