The world changed around him the way it always did when Lustia's domain pulled him in. It wasn't like darkness turning into light or sleep turning into wakefulness.
It was more like a change in the quality of reality itself, as if the normal version of the world had just been moved aside to show the version underneath it.
He was standing in the familiar space of her domain, and Lustia was exactly where she always seemed to be when he arrived, which was wherever she had decided to be and which was, in this particular case, her throne.
She was sitting sideways across it. One leg was draped over the armrest and the other foot on the floor, holding a peach that she had apparently been in the middle of eating when the idea of inviting him here had occurred to her, or possibly she had timed it precisely so that she could be eating a peach when he arrived, which was entirely within her range of behavior.
