End of First Cycle, Low Season 20672
Even though she would deny it to her death bed, Ailith may have produced a pretty undignified sound when the clothes took her by surprise with their tightening. Thankfully, while she briefly worried that it had been a trap where the clothes would press her like a wuquat, it stopped when they fit just right, as if they had been made for her as she was right then. Which was… Well, she wasn't going to say weird, because everything was weird in there, but quite pleasant - especially the warmth - no matter how it was done.
It seemed that whatever had runes carved on exhibited those strange abilities: opening doors, fitting clothes… Was it some kind of power inherent to the runes? Were the runes merely controlling whatever made all of that work? For all intents and purposes though…it was the same to her. Even if she somehow managed to learn how to read the runes, it wouldn't tell her how it worked, merely what it would likely do. Which, granted, would be a marked improvement to her current blind stumbling in…well, in whatever this was.
After a minute or so to admire herself in her new clothes, Ailith turned to the kitchen section of the room. She started to go through the cabinets, taking one of the sealed boxes, hoping - without really believing it would happen - that she would find some kind of biscuits or things like that: things she could imagine having weathered however long the place had been left untouched. She didn't try to open it straight away though: if there was a rune…it had to have some kind of power, right?
So instead, before she tried anything else, she touched the runes one by one, waiting to see if it did something.