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Subject: Re: Winter Day Author: Anawiel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:32:24 11/29/02 Fri The girl and her wolf once again stood before her. Anawiel sighed mentally and quickly snapped her fingers into a fist to stop Brooke staring at their blue state. "Brooke, I have told you before. There is nothing you can offer me. Keep the favour, look upon it as a present or something. I have no time for desires." The faeirlev looked quite disgruntled at Anawiel's dry retort, and the sorceress felt a bit sorry for her. "Come on," Anawiel beckoned, "We'll go in if it'll make the old wolf happy." She turned without a backwards glance, she knew Brooke would follow her. Anawiel led the two others towards a small house in the far corner of the forum. Pulling a rusted key from inside her cape, the witch unlocked the dark wood door, pushing it open and lithly stepping inside so as to keep the snow out. She lit the lamps along the walls and the stove was heated immediately with a mutter. She pulled off her outdoor cloak and hung it on a brass peg, wordlessly taking one of Brooke's own and hanging it along side. "Sit down," she said indicating rounded back chairs near the fireplace. "It is so long since I have been here," she mused softly to herself, "Such a long time." The cottage was comfortable enough, the downstairs was all one room with a rough flagstone floor broken only by one threadbare rug, that might have once been a deep russet, and a single small window framed with similar curtains looking out onto the main square. Copper saucepans and a kettle hung on the far wall above terrecota plates and mugs on a neat wooden rack. The blackened stove was large in the small room with all number of interesting looking catches and 'doors' as it were to various ovens. There was a table with two chairs, a little two-seater and a couple of the rounded back chairs, one in which now sat Brooke looking quizzically around the room. "Welcome to my home. My home in Minas Tirith." Anawiel stood near the stove warming her hands that had begun to tingle at the tips as warmth flooded back into them. "I have many homes." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]