The Coiled Serpent Guild's branch office obviously looked exactly as Dima had left it months ago. But her feelings approaching it were somehow entirely different. It wasn't just the random offer from Yatrel, or the realization that the person she 'worked' for was a kind of entity a bit beyond her understanding (that had been the case all along anyway!). Passing and nodding at the workers present as she headed up the stairs, the essence lanterns she'd placed the sigils on herself still cast the exact level of light she had wanted them to at the time.
So many little details meant to control her feeling of belonging in this place. Meant to prove that she could take it by the reins even if she had been cornered into taking the role. And she had done quite a good job, she thought, all this time. Which is why she could immediately note on entrance to her office that the organizational system of the desk was wrong - or rather, there was hardly one to be found.
