Wind carried the faint scent of charcoal and ink, until they stopped before a structure unlike the others. Its facade was simple but elegant as arched windows framed in dark wood, and panes wide enough to let in generous light. Soft golden light spilled onto the cobblestone outside where above the door hung a modest sign etched in silver as it read: 'The Luminara Gallery'
Lucrezia read it twice. "A gallery?" She asked.
"An art house," Vespera corrected softly before adding, "Exhibition, studio, sanctuary… depending on the day,"
Lucrezia managed an 'oh', staring at the sign, recalling Edhira's words about painting on the day of her arrival. Why did it surprise her that such skill was abhorred in the land of the gods?
Before her thought took another lane, "Let's go," Vespera stepped forward, leading them towards the entrance, before pushing the door open.
