[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
It did not take long for her to arrive.
The corridor opened gradually, the architecture widening just enough to signal a transition. At the end of it stood a door that did not attempt subtlety. Large, white, and immaculately maintained, its surface was broken only by gold engravings. It was something that was certainly hard to miss.
Snow slowed slightly as she approached, her steps soft.
She remembered the directions clearly. An attendant had guided her earlier; these attendants of the castle were rather precise, leaving little room for error. This was the place.
Her gaze lingered on the door for a brief moment; she did not reach out for it yet.
It was not hesitation, not quite.
