Her new mirror was probably worth more than the rest of her room combined. It was some sort of artifact and definitely didn’t deserve to be a piece in her room. Probably deserved to be in a museum. Her father had the odd tendency to find objects from the old kingdom. She could usually sell them for a decent amount, but this would be too big. He would know if she got rid of it.

For this, she was rather glad. The frame was a gorgeous bronze, textured like wood, with golden flakes pointed inward to the reflective surface. It was not like modern mirrors either, there was a silver tinge, coloring all of image.

Maybe she would have it restored. When she was gifted something else that would cover the cost. She turned away, picking up her hairbrush.

“Rivky?”

She dropped her brush. Wheeling about, she looked for who spoke, only to see no one. She was alone, wasn’t she?

“You came back?”

It was the mirror. The mirror, which knew her name. While part of her wanted to scream, instead, Rivky slowly squatted down and grabbed her brush. “What.” Not actually sure how to finish her sentence, she closed her mouth and stared at the mirror. It reflected her back at herself.

“No more spiders?”

She lowered her brush. As strange as this was, it was hard to feel threatened by a mirror whose voice, while deep enough to be adult, sounded like a child. “No spiders here, I would loathe to have them in my room.”

“Did the raiders leave?”

This mirror came from the old kingdom. Rivky considered this. “They came and left. A long time ago.”

She waited. The mirror said nothing. She wondered if it fell asleep. Sitting down in front of the mirror, she considered what to do.

First things first, she would not leave it in her bedroom.