No More Dragging!

A few days later:

POV Ariane:

Brass torches hung from the glossy and polished black walls, their flickery light reflecting in the room made of polished basalt. Tall pillars stood around the walls, supporting the also black ceiling.

Ariane sat in a chair chiselled out of a plain volcanic stone, it's surface also black, glossy and hard. She squirmed slightly, surprised that she felt no discomfort sitting in such a chair.

'I am so sturdy now.' she unconsciously moved he hand, touching the horns growing out of her soft white hair.

They were smooth to the touch, their temperature constantly changing between freezing cold and burning hot.

"Uhhh"

She stopped putting her hand down as she noticed that the small elven girl sitting behind a large stone desk was looking straight at her with her glowing heterochromatic eyes.

Ariane slightly shivered, feeling the tense and quiet atmosphere in the room.