Feeling her head ringing, Evangeline furrowed her eyebrows. She wanted to raise her hand to her head, somehow to ease her headache, only to open her eyes and find herself sitting down on a simple wooden chair in the bright afternoon of a homely house. Warm sunlight filtered through the windows and spilled across the wooden floor while a gentle breeze occasionally drifted in from outside. Everything felt peaceful, far too peaceful, especially compared to the last thing she remembered.
A familiar smell of meat stew greeted her, rich and hearty enough to make her stomach tighten faintly, followed by the sound of someone humming a delighted tune. The melody was soft and cheerful, accompanied by the occasional clatter of cookware and the crackling sound of a fire burning somewhere nearby.
