Rose quickly made her way to the the meeting room, her friend following close behind. She walked up to the relative large building and while it wasn't even close to the scale of the meeting room in the capital it still dwarfed the other smaller huts that populated the village. It's walls were a dark oak wood, there wasn't any intricate design on it like in the capital, but it was still imposing. To anyone but Rose that is.
Rose pushed open the single door into the building. The rough wood of the door creaking like bones as it opened.
The room was empty.
Except for the plain wooden table and chairs that sat in the middle. They weren't polished, they weren't even sanded down. The chairs where basically just stumps with a flat surface while the table was rotting slightly, though not enough to smell or to be a real problem.
So almost empty.
Rose walked in. The door stayed open, it was ever so slightly to big for the frame and had to be shut manually.
She left it open and walked to the opposite side of the room, her fingers running along the musty old table slowly as if it were a piece of art. From the gentleness in her touch you would assume it was. Some beautiful mantle piece made of a scheele green paint.
The room was barely big enough to accommodate the table. Yet, she danced around it gracefully before grabbing something from the floor, a box. It had maps and markers. The maps were old, as old as the table. Rowan didn't like to throw things out. The markers though, they were new. Small stones and twigs, there was a couple bigger items from before, a flag or two. They were also, old.
Taking a seat at the head of the table she opened the box. And prepared to examine the pieces. The mold hadn't gotten to that part of the table yet, atleast as far as she could see.
Rose meticulously looked over most of the pieces. The stones and sticks were quickly examined and counted, she wanted to saver the actually important pieces for last, but she also didn't want to wait to get to them.
June was standing in the doorway now, she was watching her,
"You know I can help you with that, right?"
What she really wanted to say was something along the lines of "why are you doing that?" Or "what are you doing?" and Rose knew that, but she liked the pieces or whatever it was that was in that room with her.
"I'm fine."